“Masquerading as a normal person day after day is exhausting.”
The other day I left my house by the side door and noticed a spider web sporting a large spider. This guy, or girl, was unlike any spider I’d ever seen. It immediately brought up memories of my childhood when black and yellow spiders populated our vegetable garden.
Harking back to my childhood when
I had to walk to school through blizzards I was afraid of anything that didn’t look like me or my sister or one of my parents, I spent a lot of time running and screaming and killing. But as unusual things became more usual in my world, things like bees and polliwogs and the neighbor boys, I tolerated their presence. The more I learned about them the less scary they became.
And so when this unusual, to my world, spider showed up, I did not run and scream and kill. Rather, I took a picture and showed the picture to my friend who’s astonishingly familiar with all creatures great and small.
My side porch neighbor
My friend told me that this is probably a tan jumping spider, which is basically curious and friendly. He added that if it’s a female I might soon see a multitude of little spiders. When I asked about dangers he said they don’t bite, generally, unless they are bothered. He added that the bite wouldn’t kill me.
Right now I’d like to do an extrapolation to people. Some people look different than I look and, before I get to know them, seem scary. Some of these people dress and live differently than the way things are in my world. Run and scream and kill?
Maybe I won’t go that route with this entry. It might sound a little too preachy. Save me from the preachers!
Loveya – The Grandma
Artist, African hand drum student, yoga neophyte, and Grandmother of 22 or so grandchildren. I enjoy cooking and writing. I value good friends and quiet times for reading.