"Mind the burrows," Mosscap said. "There have been some productive weasels here!" Dex noted the small, regular holes in the ground, and treaded carefully around them. "Thanks," Dex said. "Nobody wants a twisted ankle." "Well, that and the apple spiders." Dex froze, missing a step. "The what?" "Apple spiders. They have a mutually beneficial relationship with the weasels. It's marvelous. The weasels provide living space and don't bother them, and the spiders keep larger predators away." "How?" "Oh, they're /spectacularly/ aggressive."
A Psalm for the Wild-Built, by Becky Chambers













