I had a routine doctor visit this morning. Checking all those "numbers" because I am over 50 now and they must be checked!
In the examining room, the nurse did her usual thing - taking blood pressure, writing down my weight, checking my medication records. She finished and said the doctor would be right in.
As I waited, I looked around the room. Lots of scuff marks on the walls suggested it was time for some new paint. All in all, it was your usual examining room - cold and impersonal.
But, what's that in the corner? Squinting my eyes and looking hard merely confirmed what I already knew. It was a spider. Not a tiny, little spider, but a giant with legs that went from here to there. Spiders give me the creepy crawlies, but I don't kill them outright like some people do. They provide a much needed service in spite of their looks. At home, I am frequently called to come and rescue my husband from a spider. I catch it in my trusty bug jar and take it outside for my version of catch and release. I didn't think the people at the clinic would be as accommodating. I kept my mouth shut.
The spider got at least a few more minutes of life because I didn't tell on it. I am sure it won't last long there, but I did what I could.
I could see the spider crawling on the wall. No way to tell if it got squished or not, but you did give it more time to exit.
ReplyDeleteI wonder how many of us sometimes feel like that spider. Is the spider oblivious to the time and space?
The giants in the spiders world are us. We are the goliaths for that spider. Spiders eat other bugs, they do have a place in our world.
Not in my bathroom though...