I am petrified by spiders. Just putting that out there. However, when I saw this vividly green, incredibly leggy creature eating its lunch today, I couldn't resist getting up close. There is something captivating about the contrast between the brutal image of the Green Lynx spider devouring a bee and the innocuousness of the rose on which it feasts. I am reminded of a passage from Annie Dillard's Pilgrim at Tinker Creek:
"I am not washed and beautiful, in control of a shining world in which everything fits, but instead am wandering a splintered wreck I've come to care for, ... ,whose bloodied and scarred creatures are my dearest companions, and whose beauty beats and shines not in its imperfections but overwhelmingly in spite of them."
