{"id":153487,"date":"2015-11-10T10:58:22","date_gmt":"2015-11-10T15:58:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sites.muscogee.k12.ga.us\/jordan\/?p=153487"},"modified":"2018-01-31T11:48:29","modified_gmt":"2018-01-31T16:48:29","slug":"itsy-bitsy-spider","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sites.muscogee.k12.ga.us\/jordan\/itsy-bitsy-spider\/","title":{"rendered":"Itsy Bitsy Spider"},"content":{"rendered":"

I can’t quite put my finger on if she’s a poisonous spider or not, but I’m sort of enjoying watching the creepy creature, in a weird kind of way. \u00a0That’s because I simply hate spiders.\u00a0 They creep me out, and to think that the hugest spider alive is hanging from the roof of my house is unnerving, yet captivating at the same time.\u00a0 As I’ve watched her, I’ve come to realize something.\u00a0 If I don’t mess with her, she won’t mess with me.\u00a0\u00a0Now, \u00a0if she shows up INSIDE my house, then the gloves come off and the broom comes down. \u00a0My initial reaction to seeing her and her huge\u00a0lattice work, in all honesty, was to get a broom and knock her and it down, stomp her under my heavy sneaker, and forever be rid of the ghastly sight.\u00a0 The only thing stopping me was the fear that I’d miss and she’d land on my head.\u00a0\u00a0I’d dance around trying to shake her loose, but she’d grab on and hold tightly.\u00a0 I’d never find her, so the entire rest of the day, I’d feel squeamish and would constantly scratch\u00a0at myself, wondering when she was going to crawl from her hiding place.\u00a0 Then, while I lay innocently asleep that night,\u00a0she would bite me or lay little spider eggs on my cheek, which would hatch during the night, and I’d awake to thousands of eight-legged creepy creatures crawling all over me.\u00a0 You know you’ve had the same sort of thoughts…like the urban legends we’ve heard so often before.<\/p>\n

So, I decided it would be best to let her exist free of my prowess.\u00a0 And she is teaching me a new appreciation for the wonder of creation.\u00a0 What we often drag down with our brooms is the culmination of a spider’s life’s mission.\u00a0 Her very means of existence.\u00a0 Her survival.\u00a0 And I think to myself, what right do I have to knock down someone else’s entire identity?\u00a0 Besides her eight legs and abdomen, her cephalothorax and spinnerets, what makes a spider a spider is the fact that she can do something not a lot of other creatures can do.\u00a0\u00a0 And to move into English teacher mode, we can learn a great lesson from Gertie, which is what I’ve decided to call her since Charlotte was already taken.\u00a0 We each have our own design.\u00a0 Our own special, one-of-a-kind capability.\u00a0 Our own destiny to live out.\u00a0 We weave our webs of our own accord, and no one can duplicate what we have to offer.\u00a0 So, when we feel downtrodden or forgotten; when we feel chosen over or in last place; when we feel like we have nothing to offer, we can squirt some silk out of our butts and hang from the side of the house in full awareness that no one else can offer this world what we can.\u00a0 And that should bring us solace in a world full of brooms and heavy sneakers.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

On a\u00a0recent sunny, warm Sunday afternoon, I was going to sit on the back porch and do a little reading.\u00a0 I opened the back door and was startled by this humongous spider right in front of my face. \u00a0I assumed it to be a SHE, based on my readings of Charlotte’s Web, and\u00a0I immediately shut […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":114,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[19],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-153487","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-thoughts-from-sheryl-green"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.muscogee.k12.ga.us\/jordan\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/153487","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.muscogee.k12.ga.us\/jordan\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.muscogee.k12.ga.us\/jordan\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.muscogee.k12.ga.us\/jordan\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/114"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.muscogee.k12.ga.us\/jordan\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=153487"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/sites.muscogee.k12.ga.us\/jordan\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/153487\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":155515,"href":"https:\/\/sites.muscogee.k12.ga.us\/jordan\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/153487\/revisions\/155515"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.muscogee.k12.ga.us\/jordan\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=153487"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.muscogee.k12.ga.us\/jordan\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=153487"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.muscogee.k12.ga.us\/jordan\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=153487"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}