I love observing how non-human living things live in the world. I can simply watch a tree moving in the wind, seeing the changes in colors on the leaves as the sun highlights the leaves in bright green and shifts its shadows of dark green. I can laugh at the antics of the various squirrels and birds as they travel from spot to spot, leaping, hopping and flying and just as often pestering each other for some bit of food or other item. I may gaze for minutes as butterflies, bees, lizards and whatever else cavorts around my little landscape; conveniently right outside the window beside the desk where I type this post. Heck, I even made ants a big part of my first book!
Nature is amazing in its endurance of mankind and its indifference. Over the last few days, for instance, the spiders have been very active. There have been occasions in the past where spiders will spin a web across my gate and into my front landscaping. Usually my only warning of the event is when I walk through a strand that immediately wraps itself around some part of my body (too often, my face). Sputtering, I swing wildly everywhere to get the web off me, especially before some irritated spider tries to have a conversation (hey, I may love nature, but I’m not looking for any close companionship right now).
Recently, the spider (spiders?) spinning has been at an all-time high. Today, I came outside wary. Just the day before, a web was attached to my driver’s door from the tree one side of my driveway. I park in the middle of a two-car driveway, so it was a good five feet of web. Between my car and the tree was a large spider web, the classic geometric shape of intricate design and beauty. Sadly, I had to go somewhere and there is no solution to “moving” the web. Once the car pulled out, the strand was broken.
Today, as I headed out to the beach for some writing, the spiders had figured out new places to attach to, though there was a web bound around side view mirror, suggesting a spider was now at least partially a resident of my vehicle. That won’t work out too well, since I have a black car and no garage, meaning the surface metal heats up well beyond 100 degrees. Hopefully the little fellow will wander back to the trees now that I’ve come home.
On the way back from the beach, as I was idly looking through my mirrors at a stoplight, I noticed a bright green cricket perched on my passenger side view mirror. I shook my head, wondering if my car had some special attraction for insects, or maybe the cricket was after the spider. In either case, both apparently made it back to my place safely and what they do from there only nature knows!