I hate spiders.  They're creepy.  I live in West Texas, so sometimes they're even dangerous.  But last night, I got a little inspiration from one.

I was at work and decided to go take a smoke break.  I got out to the smoke pit, which is a pavillion out in a field, so it's dim, and there are usually spiders in there at night.  There was a really big one out there last night!  I had seen it out there the previous night as well, and last night, it was rebuilding its web from the night before.  I sat out there and watched that spider scramble all over it's old web, cleaning out all the old junk.  He scrunched it all up in a ball and neatly snipped it out, dropping it to the ground.  Then he went round and round, rebuilding a shiny new web, until he was sitting proud in the middle, in control of his fine tuned little world again, waiting for his next meal.

Spiders often reuse the same web each night.  They come back to a mess, old bugs, bits of grass, dust; whatever accumulates during the day.  All those little bits of junk disturb the spider's senses while waiting in their web, kind of like all the bad things in my life disturb my senses.  And every night, that spider puts his little world back together so that it's just as perfect today as it was yesterday.  It's kind of amazing, really.  Even though I hate spiders.