Save A Spider Day!

Mar 14, 20187 min read

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Published: Mar 14, 2018

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Today is National Save A Spider Day! (Not making that up, Google it!) So I'm going to be very obnoxious about it. My love for these animals is paradoxical. On the one hand, I think they are beautiful, fascinating and not at all scary or creepy. On the other hand, I know that a number of people do find them scary and creepy, and I use that to great and amusing effect come Halloween-time.

You should know that spider silk is awesome and you should know facts about it.

Charlotte's Web is my favorite book of all time. My love of spiders, as well as a lot of what I learned early on about friendship, loyalty, death and saying goodbye, perseverance, and judging by actions instead of appearance comes directly from meeting Charlotte A. Cavatica as a child. I'm a better person because of that book.

I think my favorite bit in that second article is this:

Never dismiss those involved in the creation of something great

Everyone admires Charlotte's web when she begins weaving words into it, but no one notices Charlotte. It can be compared to when someone hears a lovely song and notices the musician rather than the brilliant producer behind it.

That's an especially important point around here.

Finally, speaking of creating great things...

East Eats WestJitsuko stepped out of the taxi with nothing but the clothes on her back and a poster in her hand. The paper featured a cartoon of an eight-legged chef bearing plates of food. Thick, playful font advertized Iktomi’s Eatery: A Gourmet Multicultural Experience. Overlaying the ad, in neat cursive writing, was a message that could only be glimpsed by someone who knew what to look for. The letters shimmered in the moonless night air.
She shivered. Though her hair graced the length of her back her shorts ended above the knees and her sleeves were nonexistent. She hugged her arms against her chest and walked up the driveway to a small, modest house. It was a bit underwhelming, but the power she sensed over the place reassured her. She knocked and rubbed her arms while she waited.
The door was opened by a short, crisply dressed man. His belly and round face put her in mind of the character in the restaurant’s logo. He smiled and welcomed her inside with a graceful sweep of his arm. The Spider Queen's Door For as long as I could remember, the field by my neighborhood was empty. The ground was too soft for construction equipment, and the soil wouldn’t nurture anything but weeds. Only two dead trees, surrounded by mushrooms, broke up the emptiness of the field.
The owner couldn’t do anything with it, so he left it empty. My parents wouldn’t let me play over there. They called it trespassing. My friends called it something else.
Spider Queen.
They said the trees were the doorway to her cobweb kingdom. They said if you went between them she’d catch you up and eat you. No one ever found the kids who wandered into the Spider Queen’s home.
We never played in the field, even though it would have been perfect for any game we could think of. But no one wanted to risk death, or worse, getting grounded. So we played in the streets and driveways and broke up games whenever a car drove through. And we n <da:thumb id="260667584"/>