"Occasionally, when I am weeding or otherwise occupied with my face close to the ground, I disturb an animal whose eight legs are absurdly long for the tiny body slung between them.It is a harvestman, an animal so flimsy that it is a miracle it does not fall apart. As long ago as 1658, Robert Hooke remarked that 'an hundred and fifty times the strength of a man would not keep the body from falling on the breast' (if his legs were of similar proportional length to a harvestman's)."