She was a very tiny angel. As I was making coffee, she slowly descended on a silken thread to float in front of my face. She was minuscule, little more than a dust mote, almost invisible.
She whispered an important message to me, though.
“We are all of us tiny and insignificant in an immense world. Most likely I would have descended before someone who wouldn’t even notice me. If I were noticed by a person, they most likely would destroy me. By purest chance, though, I have appeared before one of the few people who would be delighted to see me.”
“Remember your place in the universe, that you are both a victim and agent of fate, and be kind.”
Then she was nice enough to let me snap a few blurry photos before I released her back into the house. She was the first Steatoda triangulosa of the spring, you know.
Yes, and she is sharing a space with you, but conducting her own life in parallel with yours.
I think her cousin showed up in my bathroom sink this morning. Washing one’s hands as a spider rappels across a good portion of the bowl can be interesting.
Spider Angel is telling you be kind to the evil cat too, another living creature who was already traumatized before you got him. When is Mary coming home? Hoping you can relax and play with spiders all summer.
Eeew, come here, spidey….
That is beautiful. Both the spider and the message.
Cue Willie Nelson.
According to the legends of my ancestors, it was a wee spider that liberated Scotland from the English.
Alba gu bràth wee spider!
Not to mention saving Wilbur the pig.
But did you catch her so she could live a life of luxury?
I legitimately did not know you had a touch of poetry in you.