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Wednesday, October 16, 2013
When I opened my door each day this summer, I was privy to the life of a little spider attached to the outside of the glass on my storm door. I regularly watched in anticipation of her daily routine and stubborn survival.
I was compensated each day by the prowess of the mother spider. Miniature eggs — merely black specks — hatched in the warm afternoons, and minute insects with many rapidly moving legs scrambled every which way toward lives of their own. Mom spider maintained the web, cocooned food sources, and deposited additional eggs.
Then came the coldest night of this season so far. When I opened the door, it appeared that Mom was fast asleep, curled, as usual, until the warmth of the day sought her out. Later, as I went to close the door, I was unable to locate her. She was gone. I even went so far as to go outside to search for her. The last food sacs remained, surrounded by the little lingering eggs. Nature had prevailed.
I will certainly marvel in other miracles over the winter, and next year, I will anticipate finding a new web under the doorknob.
Weather JournalEarly mix, then ice storm Sunday