Yup, it's Dreadful Monday again. Another whole work week looms ahead. Five long days of soul-deadening toil, selling your freedom for an inadequate amount of dollars just so you can put beans on the table. What a bummer!
Well, cheer up, Bunky! Things could definitely be worse. You could be a carefree grasshopper out for a morning of sprightly leaps, perhaps a nibble or two on a tender stem, maybe a bit of a warm-up amid the rising sun.
Suddenly…disaster! You make what you think is a masterful vault—a long arching leap, astonishing for its grace and distance…and land squarely in a sticky web. And a moment later some eight-legged horror scuttles out and begins sinking its venomous fangs into you while it spins and wraps and trusses you up like a Thanksgiving turkey. Which, of course, is already beside the point because you're paralyzed, your insides turning to soup—though the old nervous system hasn't quite yet caught caught on.
Now this, my friend, is a truly Bad Monday.
Unless, I should point out, you're a fat and hungry argiope spider—in which case your Monday is starting off rather well, with a big breakfast delivered fresh right to your doorstep.
It's all a matter of perspective…