It wasn't long before the humans strange calls came close rot me. I couldn't understand their language nor did I really want to, but hearing their strange language getting closer to me made me nervous. I started thrashing hard trying to at least get further into the mangrove but it was useless they were too close. It wasn't long before I felt them tugging the web with me in it out of the mangrove roots to get a closer look at their catch. I hissed and struggled harder in an attempt to free myself from their grasp but it was useless. I was pulled out of the mangrove roots and out in the open.
I felt exposed to their eyes as silence and stillness fell over us like a blanket. Their gazes locked onto my tail. I felt scared for the first time in a long time. I was exposed and in danger. I didn't know what these humans would do but I didn't want to find out. I growled and tried to flip over to get out of the grasp, but that seemed to snap them out of their stupor. They dragged me further away from the mangrove. I shrieked and struggled, but it didn't matter. I'd never see that mangrove again, my home.