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When I woke up today I noticed a strange thing: a woodlouse was making the arduous trek across my bedroom floor, trailing fluff and hairs behind it. As I watched, I realised that the reason it was gathering what can only be described as human detritus was that it was covered in cobweb. Sure enough, a tiny spider came haring out of some hidden orifice of my room and jumped on the back of the woodlouse. I'm not sure whether it was trying to web it up further, or to paralyse the thing. In any case, I'm sure a woodlouse is the cave troll to a spider's hobbit; despite the spider's furious efforts, the thing just kept on marching.
Eventually, keen for an outcome to such a classic match, I moved some books into a little arena for the two. This had the opposite to the desired effect, however, and caused the spider to run like buggery, leaving the woodlouse, detritus and all, to lumber off and out of sight.
You could use that as a metaphor for all sorts of things: perseverance, the human condition, God.
But you'd be wrong. They're just insects, dude. That shit happens all the fucking time.
Eventually, keen for an outcome to such a classic match, I moved some books into a little arena for the two. This had the opposite to the desired effect, however, and caused the spider to run like buggery, leaving the woodlouse, detritus and all, to lumber off and out of sight.
You could use that as a metaphor for all sorts of things: perseverance, the human condition, God.
But you'd be wrong. They're just insects, dude. That shit happens all the fucking time.