Above, sunlight refracts off segments of an orb spider’s web.
I went into the woods today just looking for trouble. And this afternoon the backwoods were pretty unpleasant. Along a river section of forest it was dense, dark and hot. The spaces between the trees were tangled with old and new webs. Poison ivy littered the ground and mosquitoes were thick in the air. But this is the Hilton if you’re a woods spider. Build your trap then it’s an all-you-can-eat buffet. We’ll never know how a spider experiences life. Maybe there are special joys and wonders only appreciated by that realm of existence, though I suspect arachnid reality is primal, compulsive. But the web of life is intricate beyond understanding and not without its mysteries, so my imagination sometimes circles around such things.
