Even I can't squish a baby spider...

Ever spend 20 minutes watching a baby spider lower itself down from the ceiling to the bathroom sink?

Moments like those make me just sputter at my lack of words. It kinda throws your entire perspective of the world for a loop. How tiny are they? How insignificant are WE? What really matters? Is it money and fame? Is it health and fitness? Is it family and friends or careers and accomplishments? Is love what truly makes the world go round or should we properly attribute that to the momentum caused by Earth's creation and other similar scientific jargon?

Why? Why? Why?

All because a miniscule arachnid decided to practice its dragline abilities while I was applying mascara this morning...