Before You Swat That Spider….!


Yes, yes, I know. Spiders are small, creepy things that skitter about on eight legs and crawl up your sleeve when you’re not looking. They are perceived as venomous—and surely, some of them are. The Brown Recluse packs so much venom in its tiny body that its bite will cause horrible damage or even death to the unwary. And the Black Widow is not only a dangerous creature but prone to appear uninvited. My daughter in law found one lurking in her mailbox not too long ago!

Still, you have to admit that spiders can do some extraordinary things. I saw a  spider web this morning with the sun shining against last night’s raindrops, and it seemed a creation of lace and diamonds. I marveled that the tiny creature in the middle of this web had started its architectural feat by tossing into the wind a single very strong line  drawn out from its own silk glands!

Watching that web made me wonder about the spider’s place in history and legend around the world where—in some places at least— these creatures were supposedly bringers of good things. In China, for instance, spiders were called ximu, and were purported to bring happiness in the morning and riches in the evening.  And not only in China, either, for across the ocean in 16th century Europe, superstition has it that “When a man fyndeth a spyder upon his gowne it is a singe to be that daye right happye.” Or even—“If a spinner creepe upon him, hee shall have golde raine downe from heaven.”

Spidey’s role in other countries has been mixed: contrast, if you will, the spider that scared Miss Muffett to the nice arachnid in Charlotte’s Web. Norsemen considered spiders to be the Weavers of Man’s fate while ancient Greeks mythology told the tale of Arachne whose conceit inspired Athena to turn her into a spider.  In West Africa Anansi is a trickster god—an idea shared by Native Americans in the Plains who also considered the spinner to be a rough and tumble character. Not so the Southwestern tribes, who felt spiders were associated with art and weaving, or the Ojibwe, who felt that webs were dream catchers. And in far away in Scotland there is that story of Robert the Bruce who, while hiding in a cave from his enemies, almost despaired of leading his countrymen to victory until he saw the tenacity and resolution of a spider making its web.

In my parents’ home back in Japan, there were two, big, harmless spinners which my mother— who had a fondness for all living things—named Jack and Jane. The two  lived with us for many years until Mike, who was visiting, swatted Jack in the bathroom.

It was in Japan, too, that I heard another folktale concerning arachnids. This was the story of a murderous brigand who had never done a decent thing in his life until one day he came upon a spider and, moved by some  sense uncharacteristic  kindness, did not kill it. Eventually the brigand died and was sent packing to a fiery pit from which there was no escape. But, wait! From above dangled a single strong strand made by the very spider whose life he had saved! Joyfully, the brigand reached for the strand and began to haul himself up. Up and up he went until he could almost see Paradise awaiting him, but before he could reach the Pearly Gates he chanced to look down and realized that many other damned souls were also hauling themselves upward. “Get away!” Snarled the brigand, “Get off! This MY ticket out of here, not yours!” At which point the strand broke and cast them all back into the fiery pit.

Which might go to prove that though a spider can inspire horror and revulsion, we should pause before reaching for the rolled newspaper and consider the old English nursery rhyme: “If you wish to live and thrive, let a spider run alive.”

Small, crawling creatures

Are yet able to create

Things of great beauty

watercolor, "Spring Garden"

watercolor, “Spring Garden”





About Maureen C. Wartski

I’m Maureen Wartski, writer, artist, wife, mother, grandmother; you can see that I have many of the bases covered. I was born in Ashiya, Japan, a (then) small town which lay cradled between sea and mountains. In the evenings, we would walk along the road that ran past Osaka Bay, and a great moon would rise out of the water to turn the world to silver. I’m told that my first words were, “Big moon!” All my life I have felt the tug to write something, draw something, put together something with fabric, string and color, and the urge to create has grown through the years. I suppose, then, that it’s a natural thing that this blog be full of the things that so many of you enjoy doing…drawing, making something with fabric, and writing. Yuri's Brush with Magic, my newest book for middle schoolers follows the adventures of a brother and sister, the magic of words, and the incredible magic of the natural world. I'd love to hear from you! You can send me a note at: My blog is here: Or friend me on Facebook!

11 responses »

  1. ditto from Linda’s comment. maureen: i love the story. so well written. and the water color of the ” spring garden.’ i think i have some of your note paper with this print on it.!
    +++ i am just getting rid of upteen emails from months of them collecting. and i saw your latest blog which i had not read.
    tell me. on another subject… did you send out the Peta communication about the snakes and alligators?
    i was stunned to learn how terrible the people who kill them for fashion items did that terrible deed.
    i am never going to buy an item with the skins of an animal again. but of course, i never have so far. except for cow leather… .How nice to have the option of the beautiful prints we can choose in fabrics. And, after you taught me how to make those lovely purses, i shall always be using my fabrics to make any purses i use.

  2. Dear Maureen,
    If possible, I capture the spider on a Kleenex or paper towel and deliver him safely outdoors. Thanks for sharing. I know your parents missed their pet spiders.
    Celebrate you!

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