Every morning I walk to my car and have to walk around this lone orb weaver spider who has built his beautifully intricate web between my car and the bushes that line my driveway. He sits perched in the middle of the web waiting for an insect to fly into his trap. I admire his handy work and quickly glimpse to see if he scored any catches overnight. Then I climb into my car and feel a tug of regret knowing I will destroy his wonderful hard work as soon as I place my car in reverse and back out of my driveway.
It is his hard work and so much more than just a web.