Mother Spider

 The mother was racing over a sea of large rocks, deep in the forest. Running as fast as her legs could carry her. She has her babies bundled up in a tight pouch behind her, dragging them along as fast as she could manage. She was terrified. This was a primal fear. One she has never experienced. This was an unwelcome feeling. She and her babies were being chased. Her pursuers wanted to kill her. 

There was an observer watching this race for her life unfold. He focused his camera upon her as she tried in vain to escape the hoarde ravaging everything in their path. The observer did nothing. He couldn't. To observe objectively means that one cannot interfere. One can only watch, and accept the outcome. 

In sports, there is always a winner and a loser. In gambling, the same. In Nature, this is even more so. One must win, and one must lose. One survives, and one dies. The rule of nature is that in order for one to live, something must die. We eat the dead to live. We kill to live. In Nature, to destroy a life is nothing if it means one will live on. This is why I don't take vegans seriously. They are fools, who want to forget the rule of nature. Let a vegan starve. Then we will see if they won't eat meat. But I prattle on. 

The observer continues to watch, and the mother continues to run. She is in a panic. She knows she can't escape. She can't protect her treasured loved ones. Sheer exhaustion finally slows her down. The swarm of ants finally overtake her. With no hesitation, they tear apart her precious egg sac. They mercilessly tear her to pieces. Here desperate attempt to evade this gruesome fate has failed. 

I can no longer watch nature programs. They need to be made, but I already know the horrors of the world outside my door. I don't need a reminder. I would have saved the tarantula. I cannot passively observe. I guess I'll stick to porno and my day job.