A child has no other way to reach out to you when it needs its food except through the sounds it makes with the throat. No language, no vocabulary, no gestures but through the sheer power of its shriek voice and cry. It uses this one single form of communication to get all its needs. Often you may notice that mothers tell proudly that they can make out the different patterns of cries to associate with different needs of their babies such as food, sleep, motion, urination or even stomach pains.

It is nothing to make proud of a mother but about the child who is able to create different tones of cries for its different needs. How the new born babies evolve slowly with the single available tool to survive is a phenomenon which is still a mystery and a nature’s wonder or you can call it as a God’s perfect plan.

One month old little Johnny was sleeping on the cradle and he felt an irritating itch on his back. Unfortunately he could neither lift his hand nor turnover to get relieved. He had to wait for his mommy to come over for any of his need. He knew for everything he had to make a big cry and then only his mother would attend to him. He also knew that if he cried first thing his mother might do would be to bring him some paste of cereal whether he needed it or not. But what he desperately wanted was to get turned over on his back and relieved of the irritating itch, not any food because his tummy was already full. But anyhow he had to cry.

As expected she came with a bowl of cereal and but he had already learnt how to say no to it. Once the spoonful of food inserted inside his mouth he would keep his mouth tight and give a powerful thrust of sound through his throat ventilating air out and say “ph..ooow”. And that is enough to make the food inserted to spray out like a shower of rain onto his mother’s face. She would then stop feeding him food and move away. Next she would give him water and even if he might not need he knew that he had to gulp it up quickly into his mouth to fill up his bladder. He also knew that once his bladder is full he would urinate resulting in wetting of his dress and the cradle. That is the only way to tell mom to lift him up and change his dress.

His strategy worked. His mother came up rushing and lifted him and screamed” Oh my God” and yelled out to call the servant.

The servant maid removed the tiny black spider from the cradle with a small metal hook and threw it away in the garden junk at the back yard. The servant is too illiterate to know anything about the insect. Johnny’s mother was specialized in Astrophysics and she also did not know anything about it as it was the subject of Entomology. Little Johnny never minded what it was but only felt that he could have a happy nap after he got relieved of the itch.

But a simple Goggle search would bring a result that it was the most poisonous spider found in North America. Little Johnny was so lucky that it could not bite him as he was firm on his back making it immobile for almost two hours and fortunately his strategy also worked. After all, it was a child’s play for Little Johnny.