Stubborn Spider
Out on my deck, I had this spider that wove a web that must have been 2 feet in diameter. My first instinct was to tear down the web and squash the little bugger. But I had some crisis of Buddhist-like conscience when I thought about how long it took to create the web. Every night like clockwork, this spider weaves this web to catch its dinner. And every morning it tears it down to start all over again. It made me think about how humans get up every day and go to work to proverbially catch their own dinner. Sympathy for the spider?
Here are some pictures of its artwork:
I mean, I understand we need spiders to control the insect population. But why in my “backyard”? Go climb up someone else’s deck. I did become comfortable with the little guy, as long as I kept my distance. Could this be a metaphor for my ability to coexist with those that I find strange and threatening? I mean, it’s not like this itty bitty spider is a real threat to me. I’m more of a threat to it.
Eventually, the rain came and washed the spider down the spout. It did make a come-back one night. But since then, I haven’t seen my new friend. I will miss him.
