i was standing by the kitchen sink today and saw a spider sitting near the faucet . a black spider, with a compact body and a small red flourish on his furry back, the kind of spider that jumps when it feels the urge. the kind of spider that makes me uncomfortable.
how he came to be in the kitchen sink, i’m not sure. i think he might have emerged from the recently-deceased cactus (covered with webs) that had been brought into the kitchen for post-mortem inspection.
he moved across the porcelain expanse of the sink in fits and spurts, often in circles. his lack of progress didn’t seem to bother him. for all i know, he thought he was making progress. he kept tracing a clockwise circle from the vertical surface of the sink, up over the lip to the flat top, then back down, over and over and over, until someone caught his eye…
at some point, he came upon the faucet’s shiny base, a tiny mirror in the spider’s world. he was face to face with his twin and was clearly fascinated…he touched it with his front legs, reared up on his back legs, paused, moved back and forth, side to side. he climbed up on the base of the faucet, and suddenly his doppelganger was beneath him, taunting, always just out of reach. he must have stared at himself for a minute or two, month’s in spider years.
eventually he lost interest and moved off into the broader universe of the kitchen. maybe he felt that if this other spider had anything to offer besides mimicry, it would follow…
after letting him wander about for 10 minutes, i trapped him in a tupperware dome and transported him to the backyard…another universe to explore. it’s the closest i’ll ever come to being a deity. i hope he wasn’t a house spider, unprepared for the wilds of our backyard.
sometimes i feel like that spider. the world is a mystery. things happen, many of them outside our control, and one has no choice but to just keep spinning webs and looking for flies.