As I started taking a shower this morning, I noticed a small spider on the tiling. While I generally capture and release spiders from my home into the wild, this was an occasion where it was too inconvenient to: 1) stop showering, 2) dry myself, 3) put on clothes, 4) put the spider outside.
I continued my shower and watched the spider, hoping it might figure out some form of survival.
It came very close.
First it was meandering with its spindly legs towards the direction of the shower head, although it seemed to realise that this resulted in being struck by more stray droplets of water. It turned around and settled in the corner of the cubicle.
Ultimately my splashing around was too much for the spider.
It made me think though — why don’t we think about and respect the miracle of life more? It’s really quite amazing that this tiny creature that we barely pay attention to can respond to its environment in this way.
Why don’t we think about and respect the miracle of life more?
The spiders in my home continue to provide me with prompts for writing.
As I started taking a shower this morning, I noticed a small spider on the tiling. While I generally capture and release spiders from my home into the wild, this was an occasion where it was too inconvenient to: 1) stop showering, 2) dry myself, 3) put on clothes, 4) put the spider outside.
I continued my shower and watched the spider, hoping it might figure out some form of survival.
It came very close.
First it was meandering with its spindly legs towards the direction of the shower head, although it seemed to realise that this resulted in being struck by more stray droplets of water. It turned around and settled in the corner of the cubicle.
Ultimately my splashing around was too much for the spider.
It made me think though — why don’t we think about and respect the miracle of life more? It’s really quite amazing that this tiny creature that we barely pay attention to can respond to its environment in this way.