The Tale Of A Yard Bug

The Tale Of A Yard Bug prose poem

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I did not hear the slightest sound, nor did I know if the insect had the ability to request assistance. But I am certain that he wanted out, and if he could speak a language understood by me, one word would have sufficed. HELP!!!

I had the feeling that he knew the trouble that he was in, and it was just a matter of time before he would be eaten and become history. Though it’s not the type of assist that would spark the interest of most people, I felt it to be a good deed and a welcomed rescue of the insect in question.

This ‘first responder’ rescue began as I was watering our flowers on the morning of August 18, 2014. I noticed an insect wiggling, tossing, and turning. At first sight I could not imagine what was troubling him, until I soon realized that he was entangled in the web of a spider. The web was almost invisible to me, and obviously the insect never saw it coming. Though I occasionally remove the cobwebs when I see them, they quickly return.

I realize that all of God’s creatures have to eat something, and many insects and animals eat each other. There’s a wild kingdom out there, and it’s the survival of the fittest. Some simply have to be eaten. It is just that simple and nature’s way. That is why when I first saw the entanglement, I debated whether or not to interfere. Realizing that it was nature’s way, I was less inclined to help the poor little insect, and decided to watch nature play itself out a little bit longer. For example, I decided that if he’s still there and untouched by the spider by the time I was done watering, I would rescue him.

It was about 8AM when I spotted him, and by 8.15, I was done with watering. Fortunately, he was still there working hard to get out of the web. Ironically, I also spotted a large black widow spider a few feet away from the entrapment, but he was headed in a different direction. In keeping with my decision, I rescued him out of harm’s way, placing him several feet from the cob web.

After I placed him in a new area, for a couple of minutes he seemed disoriented and unwilling to move on. So I backed away for a little while, and when I returned to have another look at him, he was nowhere to be found. I concluded that my little friend was destined for a rescue and not to becoming the spider’s next meal. At least not this time.

Although this story is not intended to be a sermon, but rather another interesting observation in nature, it does have the symbolism of many life lessons. The cob web was invisible to the insect like so much of life’s dangers are to us. The insect certainly did not see the black widow that I saw, or he would not have been in such a danger zone. Of course the spider easily represents the devil who’s always lurking either to attack or simply to check his bates for a catch. Sometimes, like the insect, we are caught and entangled in a web or about to be. Whether about to be or already ensnared, our best move is the one made by the yard bug in my front yard. Cry for HELP!!!

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I am a retired minister and the husband of Barbara for 42 years. We reside in Sacramento ,Ca. We have two sons and a daughter, and we are the proud grandparents of 6 children.
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Nadeem Qazilbash

True, how does one get help if one does not ask for it.


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