Ever since this morning, there has been a dangling spider along the hall somewhere. I have yet to formulate a suitable name for the darling thing, but I can tell that it is not quite a child but neither is it adult yet from the size of it. I reckon it must be a teenager.
This morning it was just hanging precariously outside the door to my bedroom about 50cm from the roof from a flimsy little string. This is about head height for me some of my awkward dance moves to get in and out without a.) smashing into it and b.) moving the air around where it was floating so as not to send it spinning uncontrollably. Throughout the day, little spidy moved from place to place, hanging around recklessly, perhaps testing the view, before settling down near the fire alarm near the kitchen.
This dangling teenage spider reminded me of an article I read in The National Geographic a few months back called “The New Science of the Teenage Brain”. Now, this being said, it was an article about human teenagers, not spiders, but hey, how different can we be really? The article put forward a few scientific reasons for why teenagers do some crazy, seemingly senseless things, and concluded that it was a matter a evolution. Teenagers were crazy because they had to leave the comfort zone of their house and become adaptable to new situations.
This dangling teenage gypsy of a spider. Is it tragically self-centered to have thought to myself that it was merely placed there before my eyes today by the universe to remind me that a spider with a much much smaller brain than me was more adventurous: a truer human teenager than I?
I wish I was as reckless as my darling teenage gypsy spider.
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