On a daily basis, life presents me metaphors.
When I stepped in the shower this morning, I notice a medium sized, non threatening black spider in the bath tub. My first, and normal reaction is to quickly grab a tissue, so I can squash the bugger, toss it, so I can go about my day. It’s in the way.
And I did grab a wad of tissue.
But I hesitated.
I remembered a time when I was with a friend, and some others were bothered by flies in the room buzzing against the window. Several people reacted with the intent to squash, but Barb deftly whipped her arm around, cupped the flies in her hand, walked outside, and set them free. She did not make a speech about this, and just mumbled something about it not taking too much more effort to free something rather than killing it.
So I went to the kitchen, grabbed a glass, a piece of cardboard. I popped the glass over Mr Spidey, slide cardboard underneath, and escorted him outside.
It really did not take much more effort to relocate this living thing than to smush and discard it. Smashing seems easier at first.
So what’s the spider in your bath tub?