The Inconsistent Ramblings of a Constant Story Teller(A short story collection)

Sam and the Spider

One day, there was a little boy named Sam. At Fourteen years old, Sam was five feet eight inches tall. He had dirty blonde hair, but because he was at boy scout camp, his hair was very greasy. Sam was wearing a gray beanie, wood printed raybans, an egg-shell tee shirt, jeans, and gray tennis shoes. On his wrist, he wore two plastic wristbands. One of the wristbands was red, it had white printing that read, "DESPERATION," in all capital letters. The other wrist bands was half the width of the other and it was a light green color. This wrist band had the words, "CAMP MARIN SIERRA," in all capital letters.

Sam sat at one of the three wooden camp tables, alone. He was shuffling the two decks of cards that he had bought about one hour preciously. A large spider crawled up his leg, however, he was not aware of it, yet. Everyone else in his troop was gone, they had all left to go down to the trading post to force feed one boy, Logan, a Choco Taco. And the troop leaders were mostly sleeping. But Sam was alone, back at camp.

Birds chirped overhead as squirrels desperately searched for food. A small pinecone fell from a ledge overhanging tree. As it plummeted toward the ground, the super slowly creped its way up to Sam's knee. The pinecone fell and struck the wooden table. Sam was so startled that he dropped the playing cards that were in his hands. The deck flew everywhere. Sam looked around at the playing cards with angry desperation before finally stepping up to grab them.

Large pine needles riddled the ground, covering it so that no dirt was showing at all. Because they had been off their mother tree, the pine needles were a dead, tanish color. They bend under the young man's weight, but they did not break, for the most part. The spider, surprised at the sudden movement of Sam, crawled up his leg faster.

Sam picked up his astrewn playing cards until he felt a small tingling sensation on his upper thigh. He tried to swat at it at first, but he missed. And, as the tingling sensation continued, the Boy Scout looked down and saw the spider.

She was brown. Although the boy could not get a great look at her, Sam knew she was large. The spider knew, somehow, that Sam was looking at her and stopped crawling. In a blink of an eye, Sam grabbed one of the playing cards he had picked up and swatted the spider off of his leg.

A large bumblebee whizzed overhead as Sam decimated the large brown spider under his feet. The poor spider moved her legs with the last ounce of energy left in her small, feeble body. Although she was not venomous, and definitely not deadly, the spider would have bitten Sam in fear. Bt she was not fast enough. Sam swept his brow with his dirt left and hand inspected his legs further. When he was sure that they were clean, he sat back down.

Although you could argue to some merit that what Sam did was wrong. He did, however, murder a non-deadly spider that was only curious to this large world that we share. And, in some cases, he was wrong to do that. However, he was not aware of it being poisonous. Although, even if he knew that the spider could only give him a small, itchy bump on his skin, would he still kill it? Would you? Mortality is a subject that we bring up a lot in cases of death with humans. And, in all fairness that is how this story could have ended. However, it was not Sam that died, but the large non-toxic spider. So, should we consider mortality when thinking about a spider it only a mindless, unthinking biotic machine. Is that what we are?

Although this is just a small snapshot in our short time at Boy Scout camp, you can find questions about life everywhere. Are these question meaningless, or are the answers to life in the meaningless questions that we can ask minute to minute? Should we just live life like a spider? Or question why we would do that?

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