Tis the season for cobwebs here.
I made a huge mistake last night. A mistake the spiders seized upon.
Minutes after the national lockdown started our tumble dryer died. So it’s been all about trying to dry washed clothes, towels and bedsheets outside or on radiators. Not ideal when son’s anxieties are requiring frequent changes in these items. So the last few days have seemed like a constant fight to get stuff dry while stopping the house from getting too damp. Deep joy.
Anyway late afternoon I put some towels outside to dry in a brief break in the weather. And then somebody forgot.
So this morning I ventured outside to discover the forgotten towels. All completely sodden, cold AND covered in cobwebs. I counted 4 spiders enjoying their new comfy hunting grounds. So as I carefully removed the final arachnid I was struck by a thought.
Spiders are the such an adaptive and resourceful creatures. They focus on a task without an ego. They can produce such beauty. Have such patience and resilience. Have been fine tuned over millions of years.
I wonder if we could convince one of these little fellas to run our country until we finally get round to electing a decent and competent leader.
Just a thought.