Feeling somewhat weary today, I sat outside to have a cigar and rest from work. I wound up intently watching a small jumping spider wandering the grounds in search of… food? Love? Adventure? Or some combination thereof.
I am not an arachnopile, far from it–but I do like jumping spiders, with their quirky little movements. And most of them, if they see you, try to hide. I like bashfulness in a spider: much nicer than aggression. I watched this one execute a few jumps before he disappeared into the shrubbery.
If I ever have to build an ark, I’ll make sure to provide space for the jumping spider–if he hasn’t already provided it for himself.
That’s interesting, to say the least. Every new thing I learn about creation astounds me, because we are surrounded by fascinating things, each of which tell us about some aspect of our Creator’s wisdom. Tiny little spiders who can hurl themselves fearlessly into the unknown, and the level of detail and the interesting color scheme can only have come from the imagination of an astounding Creator.
They don’t quite hurl themselves: before they jump, most of them play out a strand of web as a safety line–sort of like the rope in rock-climbing.
Even more clever.
Yes, His creativity is endless and amazing.