Some of you may've wondered why I got so excited seeing the garden spider in the "8 Legs" post. Maybe this will show you why. I remember, in June 2021, feeling something akin to awe in watching these outdoor creatures.
"The spider taketh hold with her hands, and is in kings' palaces." (Prov. 30:28)
Sun-glinting raindrop-studded spiderwebs have often looked to me like diamond carpets--wouldn't only royalty walk there, I have often mused. Growing in the pond is the pink lotus, or as it is also called, the "Morning Dew". Although raved for its beauty, this flower has to wait for its few drops of moisture; unlike the despised garden spider overhead who has so much, she'll slip if she goes out for a walk!
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But make no mistake about it, I admire them from a comfortable distance; I am not one of those people who doesn't mind letting spiders crawl all over their arms or faces. I began thinking positively about these creatures after 50 years of automatic-reflex-conditioned jumping when I saw them move. Physiological responses don't change overnight.
So I can only apologize, but I honestly cannot stand to touch or be touched by spiders. They know how I feel. After all, their automatic response is to hide from humans--even the ones they trust and have no reason to run from.
Come to think of it, don't we do a lot of things without really thinking about it--but that's what we've always done? I know. I've strayed quite a bit from what I intended on writing about. But I always do that.
