I find myself in mourning for a baby spider on this Earth Day.
It was murdered a week ago today in a senseless act of violence by an elderly man who was visiting us with his wife. We were sitting outside on the deck when the man spotted the tiny spider on the patio table and said, “Oh look, a spider . . .” Then he squished it with his thumb.
I was shaken — silently. I wanted to scream at him: “Why did you kill it! It didn’t do anything to you! It posed no threat! Snuffing out its life served no useful purpose for you or mankind!”
I wanted to tell him that the spider’s life was no less significant than his, that it had as much right to live as he had, that it was animated by the same universal energy that animates us all . . .
But I didn’t say anything.