In 2008 I learned that ...

... spiders drink.
I'd been sitting outside, painting my toenails I think, and spotted a row of St Andrews Cross Spiders in the steps railings. Naughty me splished one with a bit of water from my glass. I watched in wonderment as madam spider carefully groomed each drop from her legs and body, combing the drops slowly to her mouth parts with her dainty toe tips, where they disappeared. She drank them.
I tested carefully on a couple more spiders who each delicately combed the drops up to drink. I was charmed.
From then I've misted spiders at the end of very hot days when I'm applying restorative H2O to plant life in the garden. I did so tonight, apparently it got up to the high 30s (centigrade) today - so I suppose I should be grateful I was inside an air conditioned office. But I'm not.
I also picked some more tomatoes and made the most amazing tomato bruschetta - green, orange, yellow & red. Humming with garlic, I could see the haze shimmering above the bowl. Lucky I'm single at the moment then.