"M'aidez!" cries the little bug

Tonight, I put some toast in the toaster and then noticed, right by my faucet, a very small spider heading towards a green mayfly-type bug stuck in its web. I watched for a long time as the bug struggled. My toast got cold. When I was a child, I would have tried to rescue the green bug. What has made me what I am?

As the bug fought, it shook the web so much that my eyes couldn’t refresh quickly enough. It was as if the spider were in a strobe light. I kept waiting for the bug to destroy the web to the extent that the spider would get caught in one of the sticky strands. No taking sides. I root for no one.



God, that tensile strength!