Other than the webs catching dust, I'm fine with the spiders. Many of them really are beautiful in their own way, like that bad-ass one in front of the hand. The orb-weavers around here are a great orange and yellow color.
It seems like a lot of you need to get outside more often. It's fine to not want something unknown crawling down the back of your neck, no one wants actual disease-spreading insects or animals around, and you certainly don't want to provoke a poisonous bite, but really. It's obvious to say but I will- we're just one part in a big live world, no matter how much we try to sterilize it or contain it or contain ourselves from it. You shouldn't remove yourselves too much from "nature" (using that word in the vernacular), it's really not good for your head. This time of year, my ceilings are covered with a bunch of mayflies. The carpenter bees are bumbling around and the occasional hornet, and there's a billion frogs at the bottom of my yard yelling for a good lay.I've got huge black snakes in my shed, they're hanging off the rafters sometimes when you walk in. It's all fine. It's nasty to say but true; I don't want a housefly going from soupy fecal matter onto my sandwich, but if it does, it probably won't kill me. It's not so crazy to think that, it's really not that weird to not be too freaked out about these things. It may be easier for me because I'm inured, so I don't want to be dismissive of other's fears. I'm only saying too much of that fear is alienating yourself from some of the best parts of the world you live in (and sure, some of it's the not best. Personally, I'm more worried about a rabid bat or racoon.) |
