This morning I shared my table with a tiny gray spider, perhaps a quarter inch long. The spider was fully formed, as arachnids are even at hatching. I am tempted to say that it was an adult, given the time of year, but the unseasonably hot days of September make the statement less confident.
The spider seemed indisposed to stay, crossing to the far end of my table. When I interposed my pen in the path, the arachnid raised the front pair of legs for a tactile examination. Not interested, the spider turned back toward me.
When I placed an open book in the path, the spider climbed onto the page with its world map. Uninterested in the land masses of North and South America, the intrepid spider crossed the Pacific Ocean north to south.
Not satisfied with this adventure, the spider crossed to the opposing page, which held a world map illustrated with time zones. Continuing its southerly movement, the spider followed the Hawaii/Tahiti time zone, which includes a bit of Alaska, a vast land mass that crosses three time zones.
My spider showed interest in none of these distant lands, simply traveling across Hawaii and Tahiti. It did not enter the adjacent Alaska Time Zone or the Samoa Time Zone. I suppose there is something to be said for singleness of purpose.
When I interposed my pen again, this spider happily accepted a ride down to the porch floor and went on spidering.