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The Simple Life of Weaving Spiders

Posted on | September 22, 2009 | 2 Comments

In the human world, we tend to engage in a mad scramble for something; sometimes we know what it is; other times not so much, but we know it’s out there and it requires a lot of hard work on our part.

Nature and its demonstrations never cease to bring this into stark relief for me. A couple of years ago I was up in the mountains and I found myself staring down at a white inch worm as it made its way out from under the outhouse in which I was perched at the moment. Its brilliant white against the dark gray gravel over which it was traversing was a stunning sight, even in miniature. As I marveled, a lizard suddenly shot out from under the outhouse and, in the blink of an eye, slurped up the inch worm.

Done. Gone. It was the most bracing object lesson I’ve ever experienced.

Today, I started off the morning gazing out the kitchen window at an orb weaver, which had set up its expansive shop practically perfectly centered in front of the glass. The morning light fired the spider with a kingly luminescence.

The photo, taken with a weaving spiderBlackberry, doesn’t really do it justice. (But if I hadn’t bonked on a hike in the Rockies and broke my Nikon lens this summer, well…)

In any event, the spider was impressive.  I typed away all morning in the home office and surfaced for a sandwich around noon. The spider was still sunning, still waiting. By mid afternoon, it had secured its meal, a small fly, mummified in a robe of web, long dead, and mercifully so, given the methodical devouring its corpse endured over the next couple of hours. I didn’t capture the action, because I was back at work, and the by time I surface around dinner, dinner had made its way into the spider’s now-distended stomach.

A short while later,Spider Entrapment on the lower deck, I spied this action: This shot was tough because the focal dexterity of a Blackberry is limited. But you can see the orb weaver (smaller than his cousin out front) starting to munch on a fly similarly entrapped (hanging below).

There’s no wisdom here, other than for a few minutes today I assessed  the simple life of the orb weaver, admired how patience can be its own, fat reward, and marveled that there’s no tipping at the end of the meal.

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2 Responses to “The Simple Life of Weaving Spiders”

  1. Lou Covey
    September 23rd, 2009 @ 4:24 pm

    That was possibly the best thing I’ve read on the web in months. Nicely done.

  2. Brian
    September 23rd, 2009 @ 9:08 pm

    Coming from a fine writer such as yourself, Lou, I’m honored. Thank you!
    As you know, there are just some things that make everything clear to you, and that’s when writing’s at its easiest.

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