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Especially the interesting ones.
I, for example, had a pet spider for two weeks.
Ok, that’s a bit misleading, but go with me here. The truth is for two weeks, a spider hung out on the bobble-head dolls I have on my desk.
Seriously, two full weeks!
I still remember our first encounter. I saw him there on Robin Yount’s base and was like, “Dude, you look like a tiny, furry, awesome, robot spider.” He did, too.
For the next several days, I had to keep all the young women that sit around me from killing him. I named him Wilbur; a little reverse-Charlotte’s-Web action.
During that first week, I developed a genuine attachment to Wilbur. Every morning I looked forward to his appearance. Sometimes he’d be on one of the wheels of my LEGO dump truck and other times he’d be crawling on Ryan Braun’s bat. Wilbur always made the day more enjoyable.
Then, Wilbur Ran Away
On Friday, Wilbur made me sad. I noticed him crawling away, across the tops of the cubicles next to mine.
“My little guy is all grown up and leaving home. This must be what it’s going to feel like when my kids leave,” I thought. I watched him until he disappeared. And honest to God, I was legitimately sad.
Miracle of miracles, the next day, Wilbur came back! I don’t know where he went, and I don’t care. I was just glad he was home.
On Thursday of the next week, Wilbur started crawling down the face of my cube toward my pictures and phone. I scolded him, but he kept going. This time it felt like he was my 15-year-old son, pierced nose, yelling at me, “I HATE YOU, DAD! I’M LEAVING!” “Fine,” I thought. “Good luck.”
And with that, he was gone. I haven’t seen him since.
I Heart You, Spider
It was an unexpectedly emotional couple of weeks. There I was, defending and protecting him, smiling every time he made an appearance. I was sad when he left the first time and belligerent the next. Who knew a tiny little spider could make such a lasting impact?
I believe our relationships define us: our relationships with our friends and family, our co-workers, our enemies, our money, our stuff, and even our relationships with awesome, robot spiders named Wilbur.
Relationships make life interesting.
My name is Ryan Haack and I live in Verona, WI. I have a wife and three kids. I’m an associate pastor, a writer, and a customer service representative. I’ve been writing for years and have blogs all over the internets, but the only one you should really look at is RyanHaack.com. Please.
Joe here. Wow. Thank you, Ryan. That was incredibly moving. Excuse me while I run to find more tissues.
Why don’t we all take fifteen minutes today to write about an interesting relationship you’ve had with someone…or something.
Post your story in the comments, and I’ll make sure to keep my tissues well stocked.