Spider life

August 15, 2005 at 11:16 pm Leave a comment

I found the poor little guy on Thursday morning, just as I started to climb out of the car at Starbucks. He had spun a tightrope for himself from the middle of the door to the end of my mirror, and there he dangled, in midair, upside down, staring at me through the glass from his odd vantage point. I slipped out of the car, trying not to jolt the ugly little thing as I shut the door, and went into the café. By the time I got back, he was gone, and I had forgotten all about him.

But the next morning, as I pulled onto Lost Mountain Road on my way to Starbucks again, I glanced left and right to check for traffic, and—lo and behold—there was his fuzzy figure six inches outside my window.

Poor guy! He was back in the same pose, still upside down, except that this time the car was actually moving, and so the wind was wreaking havoc with his little body. His tightrope bowed out as it caught the gusts, and it quivered, and his small figure flopped and flailed pathetically in the violent winds. All eight of his flimsy legs were locked around his thread as he hung on for dear life, and he looked as if he must already have an atrocious headache, and be very dizzy, and be so rattled that his pea brain would never be the same.

It was pitiful. I was sure he was about to fly off any second, and—what can I say—I felt sorry for the poor guy. Because maybe his itsy bitsy eyes were closed, and maybe he was wimpering in his small spider voice as he tossed about in those vicious winds, “Ooooooohhhhhhhhh, stooooooooooooppp! I’m going to fall oooooooooooffff!�?

And I am ashamed to admit this, but I actually slowed down so he could hang on. I know. I am ridiculous. I went 40 instead of the allowed 45.

But I couldn’t help it—the poor thing was cute, in an ugly sort of way, and he was flailing so pitifully, and he was so determined that I had to give him a chance.

And he made it, the little trooper! All the way until I stopped for the red light at Dallas Highway. There he finally had a respite from the wind, and he loosened his death grip on the lifeline long enough to scuttle up his thread and snuggle into the tiny space between my mirror glass and its Plexiglas frame. And there he disappeared from view, and I didn’t see him again.

But he was tenacious, and he didn’t give up, and he made it to a safe nook, and that made me happy. 😀


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