I”m a typical introvert, which means that I occasionally require a total lack of human engagement in order to recharge my batteries. On Friday I dodged the world, retreating to a bench in Kirstenbosch Gardens with snacks, my endless tapestry project, and a new copy of New York magazine. It was the perfect little secret bower, surrounded by bushes, bounded by a stream, and almost every other possible entry point was cut off from the outside world by enormous spiders and their sparkling webs. I’m no closet goth, that’s for sure, but I appreciated my spidery sentries on Friday, keeping the humans at bay until I could face them once again.