{"id":1673,"date":"2008-09-15T02:03:00","date_gmt":"2008-09-15T02:03:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/reginarobertson.com\/rrrsite\/2008\/09\/15\/what-i-learned-from-a-spider\/"},"modified":"2017-06-08T18:17:38","modified_gmt":"2017-06-08T18:17:38","slug":"what-i-learned-from-a-spider","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/reginarobertson.com\/rrrsite\/what-i-learned-from-a-spider\/","title":{"rendered":"what I learned from a spider."},"content":{"rendered":"

Most times, I fancy myself a pretty, tough cookie. However, when I see an insect crawling in, or around, my space, I freeze, and then completely<\/span> freak out.<\/p>\n

Jill once sang<\/a> –<\/p>\n

I can kill the spider above my bed, although it’s hard because I’m scared…<\/span><\/p>\n

Those are lovely lyrics, yes, but whenever a spider crosses my path, I damn near want to call 911. It’s not pretty.<\/p>\n

As Dion<\/a> keeps reminding me, “It’s just that time of year,” referring to the spider webs that have been erected all around my crib lately. They are everywhere – in the shrubs, across railings and much to my dismay, there’s even one stationed about 8 feet from my front door. Literally.<\/p>\n

OK, let me also say that I love and appreciate nature. Really, I do. But stepping out and seeing a huge, elaborate spider web as soon as I open my front door is quite jarring. In the last couple of weeks since this spider has decided to do her thing all up in my face, I’ve been stepping outside with extreme caution. There are a few brave souls that live next door (or maybe its the groundskeeper) who have removed the web and its owner. On those web-free, spider-gone days, I breathe a sigh of relief that I can walk to and from my place without having to inch by, in releve’. But that feeling lasts only but a day or so because my little creepy, crawly friend just keeps coming back, fully-armed, to start the whole exercise over again, in the same spot.<\/p>\n

All that said, after I finally peeled myself off the couch this afternoon, I opened my door and noticed, once again, that the spider and most<\/span> of her web were gone. “Yes, I’m free!,” I thought. That was at 3:30pm. Fast-forward to 6:45pm when I dragged in my bags brimming with a new comforter, towels and washcloths (note: Linens n’ Things is going out of business and basically giving stuff away!). As I turned to close the screen door behind me, I noticed that not only was she back, but she was also feverishly working to piece together her next creation, which she was attaching to the little piece of web that was left over from this morning.<\/p>\n

I stopped in my tracks for a few minutes and just marveled at her. I mean, her spot has been annihilated almost daily and each time, she comes back to rebuild. And while I know that spinning a web is an innate talent for spiders, I just couldn’t believe the speed and skill she used to get things back to the way she wanted them. I don’t think I’ve felt that kind of love for a spider since I read Charlotte’s Web<\/a><\/span> as a kid…oh, but then again, I did cry like a baby when I saw the movie remake two years ago. Julia Roberts did a lovely job voicing Charlotte, but the tears really started coming when all of her baby spiders were like, “Hi, Wilbur, my name is…” I almost want to grab a tissue now.<\/p>\n

God is truly amazing. That’s what watching that spider reminded me of today. There are these little miracles that occur all around us, all day, everyday, and I, for one, am guilty of only looking at what’s visible through the narrow sliver of my blinders. As I stood there, watching this simple, magical scene, I realized that, I, too, am capable of doing great things, every day, no matter who or what knocks me down – or how often. I think I owe that to myself. We all do.<\/p>\n

I don’t know what I’ll find when I open my door tomorrow morning, but after what I saw tonight, I don’t think I’ll be so freaked out if I see her sitting in her web, waiting, and just, being. She’s worked her little insect butt off to create her web and she deserves her space. And I shall leave her be.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Most times, I fancy myself a pretty, tough cookie. However, when I see an insect crawling in, or around, my space, I freeze, and then completely freak out. Jill once sang – I can kill the spider above my bed, although it’s hard because I’m scared… Those are lovely lyrics, yes, but whenever a spider… Read More »what I learned from a spider.<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":2739,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"neve_meta_sidebar":"","neve_meta_container":"","neve_meta_enable_content_width":"","neve_meta_content_width":0,"neve_meta_title_alignment":"","neve_meta_author_avatar":"","neve_post_elements_order":"","neve_meta_disable_header":"","neve_meta_disable_footer":"","neve_meta_disable_title":"","_ti_tpc_template_sync":false,"_ti_tpc_template_id":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/reginarobertson.com\/rrrsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1673"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/reginarobertson.com\/rrrsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/reginarobertson.com\/rrrsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/reginarobertson.com\/rrrsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/reginarobertson.com\/rrrsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1673"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/reginarobertson.com\/rrrsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1673\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2741,"href":"https:\/\/reginarobertson.com\/rrrsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1673\/revisions\/2741"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/reginarobertson.com\/rrrsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/2739"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/reginarobertson.com\/rrrsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1673"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/reginarobertson.com\/rrrsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1673"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/reginarobertson.com\/rrrsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1673"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}