Of spiders inside and outside and webcrawlers, oh my!
If you've been reading Rural Ramblings for very long, you might have noticed I have a love/hate relationship with spiders.
When the spiders are outside, I often take pictures of their webs, and even of the spiders themselves.
But on the inside I was trying to get one off the ceiling not too long ago when I fell and broke a set of shelves, a full-length mirror and my finger. Then I bombed the basement when nothing else seemed to work to get rid of the little web crawlers down there.
However, there's yet another kind of spider on my mind these days. Webcrawling spiders. Those software programs used to index websites, and to help determine ranking on Google.
When I told a friend this was a case where I actually want spiders around, she immediately responded, "So now you LIKE spiders? You WANT spiders??? But you just bombed the spiders!!!!"
Yeah, I know. And when I read her comment, here's what popped in MY mind...
SPIDERS
Upon a chair or on the couch.
I don’t like spiders on my bed
Or falling down upon my head.
Spiders in the yard I find,
But on the outside I don’t mind.
Let them hunt and eat the bugs,
Just don’t come in and walk on rugs.
All these spiders have their place
As long as it’s not in my face.
Inside I say, oh no, oh no!
Outside is where you need to go.
One exception to this rule
Are spiders as a searching tool.
Inside my computer I don’t care
If spiders run just everywhere.
Googlebots crawl twice as fast,
Searching pages new and past.
Let them peek at all the code
And make my websites their abode.
Let the spiders check my sites,
Then tell Google they’re all right.
Spider over every page,
Tell Google that they’re all the rage!
Rank my sites the very best,
And leave behind all the rest!
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Though I don’t use spiders (in that I don’t do anything that a computer spider might be good for), I love that poem! If the spider is outside, where it should be, then I am happy. If it isn’t… then I am not.
Though the GIANT one that was right outside my front door was moved across the street. Sometimes I don’t want to look at the really big ones either, even outside
From one poet to another RW this is GREAT! Ha Ha! I’m glad I stopped on this day to see it.
I do have a question about my guineas. I think I have a killer in the bunch. I’ve lost two males. I think I have a lot more males than females. Have you ever experienced fighting to the death? I haven’t witnessed it but I’m pretty sure that is whats happening. I hope you have a little insight for me.
Well Jenny, I figure a really big one just outside your door is too close to a really big one being INside. Gotta go, gotta go. Spiders too close are a no, no, no! I’m glad you enjoyed the poem.
Hi Eve, always especially good to get praise from a fellow poet! As for the guineas, I know the males are prone to fight, but I don’t think any here have actually killed each other. Are yours penned up or roaming the farm? Mine roam, so they can run away from each other.
Do you see the carcass, or do they just disappear? There’s usually one male guinea who ends up alpha and roams with the girls. The other males may go off in smaller groups, and sometimes singly. I would guess that would make them easier for a predator to pick off.
I LOVE spiders. The poem is fabulous! I’m missing our garden spiders this year. None of them hatched.
NO garden spiders!???? Wow, that’s a bummer. Wonder what happened?
I can’t really say I love spiders… not the 8-legged kind anyway. We have a fragile detente on the outside – I’ll let them have their space if they’ll leave me to mine. INside I’m afraid I’m a total dictator. MY space, YOU go outside.
Except, of course, for the spiders living in my computer. Them I love.