The Ride Of His Life
A plastic whirligig hangs from our fig tree in the back yard.
It’s shaped like a birdcage, even has a little wooden bird on a swing inside. Each bar of the cage is twisted slightly to form a wind vane; that makes the cylinder into a turbine that spins with the wind.
There was no wind Saturday night.
A little garden spider spun a web between one vain of the whirligig and a fig leaf.
Ginny & I noticed it yesterday as we sipped our morning coffee on the patio.
We noticed when a stiff breeze started. The dot of web anchored to the leaf broke loose. The whirligig revolved at the speed of the wind. The little spider clung at the end of a strand of web about eight inches long. Around and around flew the spider holding on for dear life. Centrifugal force caused the spider’s lifeline to flatten out; it looked as though the creature were riding on the tip of an airplane propeller.
Spider got the ride of his life…
When the spider chose to build a web there, it must have looked like a safe, stable location, a solid foundation to build on.
Until the wind came…
There’s a life lesson here somewhere.
Darn if I can figure out exactly what it is.
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posted by John Cowart @ 4:59 AM
2 Comments:
Bet he was hangin' on with all eight of his little feet! Next time, he'll be more carful where he sets up shop... unless he's a thrill-seeker.
I think we've all been that spider, one time or another. Thought we were hunky-dory, but then came the wind.
Maybe the life lesson is simply that if we just hang on and wait it out, we can make it through, just like your eight-legged friend. I guess he felt pretty seedy afterwards, though!
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