I invite you to peep into a small world, that places where cute creatures live, almost invisible to the naked eye. The undergrowth serves as their "jungle" for survival; they hunt or are hunted there. I found one of them: a tiny jumping spider observing something in its hiding place. I lured it out, but it refused to move. Its gleaming black eyes glared sharply at me. Its mustache and beard were white, which gave it a dignified appearance. I exhaled to coax it into moving again. Then it moved, prancing like a poodle. It was bluffing, trying to scare me. But the person it was trying to intimidate didn't budge. I chuckled at its bold behavior.
