A small jumping spider sits on a mist covered dandelion goring out of my front lawn, enjoying the warming morning light in spring. How amazing the world must be for small creatures like this who live in our suburban gardens (or any other garden or bush are for that matter)? What is simply a few feet to us, must seem like a whole unexplored forest to them, and the use of our lawn mowers on a Sunday, must seem to them like an amazon clearing. Tread carefully!