A homage to Destiny.
Life is such a multifaceted adventure. This morning, I have been discussing plans to trade various inverts, and a plan to pair Regal Jumping Spider for a breeding project. My mind is crawling with thoughts of isopods and other bugs, though it often is at any given time. It is exciting, prospectively, that things are moving forward in this hobby with ease and abundance. I have found much joy in the invertebrate community, between online friends and those local to me. There’s a magic to being able not only yap about things we love together, but to be able to share in that abundance.
On a sad note, to lend to the many facets, Destiny has left this world. Every morning, my partner makes us lattes. Every morning, she battles fungus gnats with fervor. We have been having an issue with them here, given all of the plants and dirt. On some level, they are a little bit inevitable. I hear the bug zapper often upon waking, POP POP POP. Destiny was her sister in arms, and she would lay in wait on a web in the corner of our cabinet. With the bug zapper and wind force, my partner would direct flies to her web. This has been the routine for months. All in all, she was one rotund little house spider. We haven’t seen her in a few days, almost a week. Nor any of her webs. She will be missed.
We don’t kill spiders in our home. They exist like estranged little roommates. They eat our pests, we leave them alone. From between leaves on my plant shelves, to the nooks and crannies of the bathroom, they scuttle about.
I picked up this incredible fellow recently, as well. The colors on this male GreenBottle Blue are simply immaculate. The way spiders shimmer with iridescence is an unparalleled splendor. They can often be strangely bird-like, with their colors and fluffed look. Some, perceptive and striking like a bird of prey, some docile and brown akin to sparrows, and some flighty and bright like parrots.
He is a gentle little soul, wandering from one palm to the next. While males don’t live as long, I am looking forward to the future generations of his children, and I’m glad to have him while I do. He has been aptly named Bo Burnham, in lieu of his song Spider. Silly, I know.
Despite the gray and winter chill, my life is verdant. I am off to spend the rest of today organizing my space, drawing, and picking at various artistic endeavors until a friend comes over later. Then will begin a night of music, and chatter, and creative brainstorming.
Rook,
Signing off.
