A Tenacious Problem Solver

By Mary Vee

My husband and I drove around a few farming communities in Ohio last week. We stepped out of the car to take a picture.

Humidity soared that day leaving moisture to bead on a landscape of lush green.

We climbed back into the car, shut the door, and rolled away. This is the moment I want to share.

Outside my door and attached to the mirror, a brown spider moved it's legs wildly, attempting to hold it's grip.

Oh, I know what you're thinking. Spiders wouldn't struggle like that.

They would if the car was in motion. As the car increased speed the spider fought harder to keep its grip. I fully expected the wind to whisk the creature away to some field.

Not this spider.

It released one thin strand of silk propelling itself to my door. This, I thought, would never work. Surely more wind blasted past the door than the mirror. The spider attached the silk to the door then maneuvered like a tight rope artist across the single strand to the center.

Truly amazing.

Now if I had to choose the mirror, the door frame, or hanging in the middle of the two to hide from the wind, I don't think I would have chosen the middle. Yet this spider did.

The car increased to the allowable fifty-five miles per hour with the spider centered on one single thread of spider silk. The silk stretched only a little, fanning back with the wind and providing the safe haven for the spider for several miles.

Unfortunately, the wind eventually snatched the creature, and hopefully dropped it in a corn patch where life would be safer.

Yet another story of God's creatures showing mankind how to survive. Today's lesson: tenacity and problem solving.

photo courtesy of freedigitalphotos.net

Comments

Cindy R. Wilson said…

Nice post, Mary. And I really like your new site. Very pretty :)

08:57

Mary Vee Storyteller said…

Thank you Cindy.

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