It was 8:51 a.m. I had been up since 6:30 that morning, and
been rather more productive than usual for a warm September day off from
school. I had cooked breakfast for
my dad and I earlier, and was now finishing my algebra at the breakfast
table. The temperature in the room
began to rise as more light poured in the window; it would be hot outside soon. I looked toward the sunlight, and was
glad to have the screen absorbing some of the intensity. My eyes traced the screen up from the
windowsill and landed on a figure: small, blue, and clung to the screen. I got up and walked out under the porch
and around to the window where I stood barefoot, my gaze meeting two little
eyes. He stared at me with
curiosity, but ready to bolt. I
could see that he had recently re-grown his tail; probably having lost it in a
close call with a hawk or cat. I
began to reach my hand up toward him.
He looked at my hand, then at me sharply and made a run for it, traveling
completely vertical downward. It
was as if gravity didn’t apply to him.
I laughed and walked back inside.
I began working, and noticed a small black ant on my leg, which I immediately
swept off before I thought about it.
I reached to tune the radio on the windowsill, not far from where the
ant had landed. I watched it
out of the corner of my eye as it began to crawl around while I searched for
the right station. I was debating
if I should take it outside or leave it there to figure out its own options when
I noticed it wasn’t moving, but wiggling, as if some invisible force was
restraining it. As I looked closer
I noticed that a spider barely bigger than the ant was running frantically
around it, encasing it in a web so clear it was invisible to my naked eye. The spider stopped and sunk its fangs
into the small body. The ant
slowly stopped wiggling and became stiff.
The spider then ran into the crack of the windowsill, safe and
camouflaged. Now all that
was left behind was the tiny corpse of the ant who evidently didn’t have any
options. So quickly it was there,
and so abruptly it came to an end.Wednesday, December 14, 2011
September Surprise
It was 8:51 a.m. I had been up since 6:30 that morning, and
been rather more productive than usual for a warm September day off from
school. I had cooked breakfast for
my dad and I earlier, and was now finishing my algebra at the breakfast
table. The temperature in the room
began to rise as more light poured in the window; it would be hot outside soon. I looked toward the sunlight, and was
glad to have the screen absorbing some of the intensity. My eyes traced the screen up from the
windowsill and landed on a figure: small, blue, and clung to the screen. I got up and walked out under the porch
and around to the window where I stood barefoot, my gaze meeting two little
eyes. He stared at me with
curiosity, but ready to bolt. I
could see that he had recently re-grown his tail; probably having lost it in a
close call with a hawk or cat. I
began to reach my hand up toward him.
He looked at my hand, then at me sharply and made a run for it, traveling
completely vertical downward. It
was as if gravity didn’t apply to him.
I laughed and walked back inside.
I began working, and noticed a small black ant on my leg, which I immediately
swept off before I thought about it.
I reached to tune the radio on the windowsill, not far from where the
ant had landed. I watched it
out of the corner of my eye as it began to crawl around while I searched for
the right station. I was debating
if I should take it outside or leave it there to figure out its own options when
I noticed it wasn’t moving, but wiggling, as if some invisible force was
restraining it. As I looked closer
I noticed that a spider barely bigger than the ant was running frantically
around it, encasing it in a web so clear it was invisible to my naked eye. The spider stopped and sunk its fangs
into the small body. The ant
slowly stopped wiggling and became stiff.
The spider then ran into the crack of the windowsill, safe and
camouflaged. Now all that
was left behind was the tiny corpse of the ant who evidently didn’t have any
options. So quickly it was there,
and so abruptly it came to an end.
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