Spider in the Corner

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Rushing through my day I find few places to sit and rest, gather myself, collect my thoughts.  There is one place, a secret place, I found that I’d like to share with you.

Somewhere on the college campus between room 120 and the math lab is a restroom.  Restrooms are common and not much of a secret but I found something secret inside this restroom between room 120 and the math lab: a spider’s home.

This humble home is positioned perfectly on the floor between the tiled wall and the stainless steel footing of the stall frame.  The janitor’s mop has yet to find it. For the last five weeks I have noticed that this spider is busy.  Some days the nest is messy with potato bug carcass and hair, other times it’s clean, quietly waiting for dinner to drop by.  Today I discovered another spider, dead and dry, it’s juices enjoyed, all curled up at the top of the flossy web, left out to hang like a flag of victory.  Now it’s getting interesting…

I’d like to offer up that this barbaric scene of the spider world is natures version of the television series.  Time will not allow me to binge-watch this adventure.  Binge-watching is when you watch a whole season(s) of a show back to back until your brain turns to mush.  The last time I did this was with AMC’s “The Walking Dead” seasons 1-4 in 3 days.  I was almost zombie material by the end of that binge. Pun intended.

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So here is this little frame of nature, inside a tiled room, the spider is just living—doing it’s thing.  Everyday that space, that three inch bit of real estate, looks a little different.  Although I have yet to see the spider, I can guess how it’s day is going based on the condition of it’s web.  I always take a quick look when I can.  Today, after five weeks of spying, I asked myself “Why?” (I’m slow like that)

I thought about the time birds built a nest under my roof and I listened to the sound of the babys growing stronger, tweeting louder, until they left.  I thought about my  flower garden in Port Orchard and watching different flowers and bushes changed throughout the seasons. I remembered years of watching a neighbors slow progress repairing their “fixer-upper” home, until I could no longer see the old house it use to be.   I thought about my children and nephews growing, needing new shoes, needing hair cuts, growing up, changing.

I like progress.  I like to watch things grow.  It is the best show to watch.

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Poetry: Spiders Dream



Moths fly in flocks
in my dream, Spiders
ride their backs
binoculars at all eyes.
Predator owns the meat,
venom at the fang
drips down the reins
scopulas grip tight.
The threat of death 
makes moths fly longer 
than they should.
Heavy burden to carry
eight legs more 
your own.
Spider’s spurs
can not keep 
the moth from 
a porch light.
So strong that pull,
positively phototactic!
Oh spider, you can 
ride a moth and 
steer it some,
but never can you 
make it NOT a moth.
You will be bucked
when you fly by night



Poetry: Web of Glass

There is a spiders home
attached outside the top floor 
window of the hospital.
Its home faces south west;
view of the woods.
The dot-like body bounces
in the wind 
web too transparent 
for me to ponder upon
How many flies does it catch on the sixth floor?
Not many, not enough
Bugs that hit the glass
aiming for the hallway light
get tangled by deception
Window washer will come
reclaim that space
with a squeegee.
By then the 
eight legged creature surely
will be dead

Spider Home

This year a spider has made its home in the drivers side rear-view mirror outside my car.  It’s a tiny little guy whose legs are just barley visible dangling down from the top edge of the mirror, in a hermit crab fashion. I only noticed it’s web the first time in June, when the sun hit the silk’s reflection.  What is even more interesting is that this is the second year in a row a spider has “moved in” to the same location.

This seemingly odd spot for a spider to spin its web brings up many questions:  Why did it choose this location?  Does the mirror give it an edge to catching flies?  How the heck does it hold on when I’m on the freeway?

As I marvel at my spider friends home, I am reminded that humans have built many homes in stranger places over the centuries.

Temples tend to be built in the most interesting locations on the planet.  Perhaps, for the believer, traveling to the temple is seen as a spiritual journey in and of itself.  Take for example the Hanging Temple in China.  This temple is the host to three different religions:  Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism.  Built out of wood and dug into the side of the Dacist Mountain, Hengshan, this precariously positioned micro village sits 75 meters above the ground with more than 40 chambers connected by corridors, bridges and boardwalks.  It is believe to of been built more than 1500 years ago at the end of the Northern Wei Dynasty by a monk named Liao Ron. Legend has it that Liao built the temple to suppress the monsters that caused the nearby river to flood often.

Xuankong Si or “Hanging Temple” in China

Then there is the Roussanou Monaste in Greece.  Tripadvisor claims “…this monastery is the most inaccessible of its kind.”  Built in 1545 these monks wanted to get away from it all, including people.  What was it like if there was ever a knock at the door?  Did everyone crap their pants and shout “Holy cow!  They  found us!”  Perhaps the opposite occurred.  Balloons and glitter fell from the ceiling onto the head of the visitor in congratulations of surviving the trip.  

A gentleman named Maximos and Loasaph of Loannina (no less) founded the monastery. The site was dedicated to St. Barbara but the name Roussanou may be the name of the hermit who live on the rock during that same time.  Since 1988 it has been occupied by a small community of nuns.  The building covers the entire surface of the rock and consists of three levels:  the church, cells and guest quarters.  
(I think the cells were for the monks, maybe.)
 Roussanou Monaste in Greece
Thinking back to my spider friend, perhaps he is just giving the location a chance.  However, the web is almost always empty, no flies.  Sometimes when I am on the freeway I keep an eye on the little guy thinking he’ll blow off.  Sure it’s inconvenient and a bit anti-social but it is protected.  Humans build homes in remote areas to suppress monsters or find peace and quiet.  My spider friend is protected from birds and weather.  What a smart spider.