A few weeks ago my daughter had been out on her bike and on removing her helmet we found the largest spider EVER.  

I am ashamed to say I am a spider killer.  I’ve squashed them, flushed them and brushed them.  I am not a fan.  However, I do try not to let me phobias rub off onto my daughter and in this instance I remained calm and managed to trap the spider in a glass and release it outside.  Genuinely, this wasn’t as hard as I thought.

As always, this situation got me thinking as to what it must be like being a spider and how rubbish it must be to have people (aka giants) constantly trying to chase you away/stamp on you/drown you.  Originally the story was going to be about saving spiders, and titled “SAVE A SPIDER’ yet interestingly it went in a slightly different, completely unexpected direction – as you’ll see when you read it.  I love stories like this that just evolve 🙂

It’s easy to feel like a small voice lost in a big crowd, but having the courage to be that small voice can be the beginnings of something incredible.

 

THE SPIDER WHO SPOKE

Sophie was a spider, she was hairy and small

If you didn’t look closely, you’d not see her at all.

An ordinary spider with eight dangly legs

She liked to eat flies that she caught in her webs.

But although she seemed happy, she lived in great fear

Scared of the giants who lived very near.

With their huge giant hands and their great giant feet

She could hear them for miles as they walked down the street.

Yet what puzzled her most was not actually their size

It was the reaction they had when she was caught by surprise.

Often they’d scream and run out of the room

Returning quite quickly and bringing a broom

To sweep her away from her home and her bed

“Get out’ they would cry

(she’d pretend to be dead)

But this isn’t the worst story she has to tell

She’s almost been stood on and stamped on as well.

There’s also the time, she was flushed down the drain

Or so they had thought…she’d held onto the chain.

And then made her escape when no one was looking

(Judging by the smell they’d carried on with their cooking)

Sophie’s just a small spider, she’s not committed a crime

Yet stories like this happen each day all the time.

And spinning her web it bothered her so

A thought in her head that just would not go…

“Yes I eat flies for my mid-morning snack

And yes I am hairy and a little bit black.”

“But if it wasn’t for me there’d be flies everywhere

The giants know this, but they don’t seem to care.”

“If we stamped on them or flushed them away

They wouldn’t be happy, they’d have something to say.”

“It just makes me sad, the way that they act

We don’t want to hurt them and that is a fact.”

So Sophie thought hard about what she could do

And inside her head an idea then grew.

They didn’t have to stamp or flush spiders away

There was a better option – an easier way.

So feeling quite brave she decided to go

To find a big giant and just let them know.

She had to think hard, this wouldn’t be easy

To speak to a giant

(It made her feel queezy!)

But she plucked up the courage and decided to hide

In a bicycle helmet she waited inside.

Finally the helmet was lifted up high

“I’m going out on my bike,” said a girl with a cry.

Now spiders are clever and Sophie was too

And she’d written a sign

With some words that she knew.

Climbing out of the helmet to speak with the rider

She produced a small sign that read ‘PLEASE SAVE A SPIDER’

The girl stopped in her tracks and right on cue

Sophie waved quite politely and asked ‘how’d you do?”

The girl paused for a moment then replied “Erm…I’m fine.

But who are you?

And what is that sign?”

Sophie jumped from the helmet and landed quite neat

A short distance down at the little girl’s feet.

“I’m Sophie,” said the spider “And I want to protest

At the way we are treated, it’s as if we’re a pest.”

“Yes I eat flies for my mid-morning snack

And yes I am hairy and a little bit black.”

“But if it wasn’t for spiders there’d be flies everywhere

You giants, you know this, but don’t seem to care.”

“Often we’re stamped on or just flushed away

But there is a better option – that’s what I’m here to say.”

The little girl listened, she seemed quite concerned

And the more that she listened, the more that she learned.

“So,” said Sophie “I know that you’re wary

It doesn’t matter we’re small, you still think we’re scary”

“But please use a glass or a box or a jar

Or anything that will keep us from wandering far.”

“Then slide over some paper and trap us inside

And find somewhere else for us to then hide.”

“I can’t guarantee that we won’t come back in

But we don’t want to be squashed and just put in the bin”

The little girl giant looked rather sad

“I just hadn’t realised, I feel rather bad.”

“You are quite creepy with your dangly legs

And all of those flies that you catch in your webs.”

“But you’ve done nothing wrong and there is no excuse

For catching a spider and not letting it loose.”

“Thanks,” said Sophie “I just thought you should know.

And now that we’ve chatted I really must go.”

And scuttling away she shouted “Goodbye”

(She was getting quite hungry, it was time for a fly)

And the little girl giant decided that day

That she’d listen to Sophie and do it her way.

And she told all her friends and her family too

That they should save spiders – that it was easy to do.

And as Sophie watched from up high on a shelf

She saw the great difference and smiled to herself

She was pleased she’d been brave and that she’d spoken out

She had been quite scared and filled with self-doubt.

But the giants had changed because she spoke her mind

She’d made giants stop, and think and be kind.

And she sat quite happily, on her web with her flies

Knowing she’d made these giants more wise.

So if you a spider, or have something to say

A thought in your head, that wont go away

Then don’t be scared to say what you think

It’s better to say it than be flushed down the sink.

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