Help
Sign In
environment
February 2008 
A Little Spin On Nature
Posted on Mar 14th, 2007
by 
Tru
Tru
It was after midnight.
Windows open, refreshing cool breezes blowing through.
When suddenly, looking downward, there is a little spider doing its work on a black beetle.
The beetle was stalled in the corner of the living room near the front door.
Although much larger in size than the spider, the beetle found itself well snagged in the invisible webbing being spun by the spider as it went round 'n round --ignoring the beetle's struggle.
Diligently, the little spider kept at it despite the level of uncertainty it was obviously facing.
With no effort could both be tossed outside by the vehical of torn tissue.
Or the beetle could be freed from its apparent sacrificial provision assignment.
But the spider, inside here, wasn't going to find suitable replacement unless it dined on a 1 and 1000 chance gnat that may find itself so wayward.
Clearly the little spider's appetite was dire, challenging a prey more than 20 times its size covered with a tough exoskeleton.
The beetle kept tugging and scuffing hopelessly, while the spider rapidly spun cirlces.
An urge subsided, to intervene, and peace took over knowing God was also curious to watch.
And they were left there; both fervently in the heat of nature.
The next morning, a little after 7, walking to the front, flipped the light on and that corner was empty of the commotion.
The spider's labor paid off, according to nature's indication.
Went into the kitchen with a sense of satisfaction that nature's law had judged.
Prior to eating the warm dish prepared, mosying along the hallway aside the kitchen was that black beetle.
You should've seen the smile on this face.
Chuckling heavily, breakfast was even more enjoyable that day.
Windows open, refreshing cool breezes blowing through.
When suddenly, looking downward, there is a little spider doing its work on a black beetle.
The beetle was stalled in the corner of the living room near the front door.
Although much larger in size than the spider, the beetle found itself well snagged in the invisible webbing being spun by the spider as it went round 'n round --ignoring the beetle's struggle.
Diligently, the little spider kept at it despite the level of uncertainty it was obviously facing.
With no effort could both be tossed outside by the vehical of torn tissue.
Or the beetle could be freed from its apparent sacrificial provision assignment.
But the spider, inside here, wasn't going to find suitable replacement unless it dined on a 1 and 1000 chance gnat that may find itself so wayward.
Clearly the little spider's appetite was dire, challenging a prey more than 20 times its size covered with a tough exoskeleton.
The beetle kept tugging and scuffing hopelessly, while the spider rapidly spun cirlces.
An urge subsided, to intervene, and peace took over knowing God was also curious to watch.
And they were left there; both fervently in the heat of nature.
The next morning, a little after 7, walking to the front, flipped the light on and that corner was empty of the commotion.
The spider's labor paid off, according to nature's indication.
Went into the kitchen with a sense of satisfaction that nature's law had judged.
Prior to eating the warm dish prepared, mosying along the hallway aside the kitchen was that black beetle.
You should've seen the smile on this face.
Chuckling heavily, breakfast was even more enjoyable that day.
Access: Public
I guess, in the end, we are all beetles roaming around on God’s floor running into cobwebs. I think that it’s our ability to make sure we keep the stuff off of us in the first place that allows us to survive. If you let the stresses pile up and suround you, your spider will come for you and you may not be powerful enough to overthrow it. The webs can also symbolize age too i guess, as the spider gets to you and begins to wind you up, more problems happen more frequently.
*That would be pretty funny to see God eating his breakfast at a table when that time actually comes though…Oh the irony of our simply complex little world.*
Nice story tru, thanks for sharing!
Carl
My pleasure. Perhaps the spider could represent us doing our best yet still finding limits.
My heart went out to the little spider though. Its highly unlikely there will be a meal as meaty as the beetle that escaped its grasp. And the reminder seemed to be life will always have uncertainties. Though theories abound.