While Malcolm played by running through the lawn sprinkler today, I spotted this tiny spider seeking shelter from the mist from the garden hose. The hose emitted a gentle mist, but to the spider, it must have been a torrent. This minute creature, little more than a speck, and even smaller than the tiny water droplets raining down, sought shelter from the downpour under a blade of grass. Her predicament got me to thinking about the relative nature of life. A fine mist of refreshing water is a disastrous flood for this little spider. But there is balance, I think. For this little spider, the next insect, even smaller than her, to wander into her web becomes her dinner.