A beautiful spider has taken up residence on our deck.
I usually don't refer to spiders as "beautiful." I like reptiles (quite a lot, actually); amphibians are pretty cool; I tolerate class Insecta. To tell you the truth, members of class Arachnid kinda freak me out.
I don't mind little spiders, and I don't mind Daddy Longlegs (
Pholcus phalangioides, or the cellar spider), but a spider the size of Daddy Longlegs with a large, juicy body and thick, strong legs to rival Cindy Crawford's? Yikes.
Yet the natural world is neutral. Existing in the natural world means existing with sunshine
and storms, rainbows
and rot, songbirds
and spiders.
To that end, I haven't evicted Micheal. Oh, yeah--although I avoid anthropomorphizing animals, my mother suggested that I name the beautiful spider Micheal. So, she's called Micheal. And she's moved from her small web to a larger web, nearly two feet across, with the symmetry of a modernist sculpture.
I think that Michael is either an oak leaf spider (
Aculepeira ceropegia) or a European garden spider (
Araneus diadematus), both of which are orb weavers. Leg tip to leg tip, she's about 1.5 to 1.75 inches.
I like paying attention to the little dramas of the natural world. It puts my own mental storyline (i.e. what I tell myself about my personal experience) into perspective. It reminds me that my perception of my world is only
my perception, and that everyone/ everything from the Dalai Lama to Michael has their own story.
Michael's story continues after the jump!