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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
About spiders, bugs, nature, I think.

Submitted: October 28, 2015

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I was taking in the morning, last August, out on the patio. It was already 78 degrees, according to the thermometer my wife keeps out there. She likes to have one out there so she can stand at the patio door and see the temperature, It's must be an east coast thing, I guess, and in places where it snows. My O-key family just opened the door, took a deep breath and acted accordingly.

 

Anyway, I was pulling some weeds, (not too many mind you,otherwise I wouldn't have anything green left on the lawn), when I saw something moving. That something was a Tarantula about the size of a Big-Gulp, diameter wise.

This spider was just trucking along, paying no mind to anything or anyone, including me! I backed away, even though I know they are not very dangerous. Just wanted to give the critter some space, (You Know?),

So there I am, following this spider with my eyes, thinking that it was trapped in my fenced back yard, wondering how it got in there in the first place, when I see a Tarantula Hawk heading our way. (Tarantula Hawks are flying insect that injects their offspring in the spider, then buries the spider, paralyzed and alive.)

At that moment I felt conflicted, do I save the spider from a most terrible fate, by killing the insect, or do I rid the world of future spiders by doing nothing?

I flipped a coin and nature prevailed, --- as always.

 

JEF  --- 2015


© Copyright 2020 D. Thurmond, aka, JEF. All rights reserved.

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