Imagine walking through a prairie and on either side of the path in the grasses were hundreds of spider webs in the morning dew.  These creations, no matter how you feel about spiders, are built primarily for survival. Each day, however, these webs are either trampled, the wind blows them apart, or the rain or even the dew weighs them down to the point they collapse. Yet I’ve never heard a spider complain or grumble about their lot in life. What do they do? Simply begin to spin a new web and start over once again.


dew covered spiderweb in the grasses at Prophetstown State Park