Some pig

Pretty sure my husband would love to be Spiderman.

Is it me or is there an abundance of spiders this year? They are everywhere! Outside, inside, on the car, in the closet, hanging off the blinds. Big ones and small ones. Long legs and little legs. And they all see me coming with the DustBuster and head for the hills.

Josh spotted this monster today while mowing the lawn - actually, he almost touched it and yelled,"Holy $&@+!" (Who could blame him? If I had almost touched it I would have been screaming until I got to the car and peeled out of the driveway.) I'm pretty sure it's radioactive.

Oddly enough, when I was a little girl, one of my favorite books was "Charlotte's Web." I loved Wilbur the pig and all the characters on the farm, but above all else, I loved Charlotte the spider. She was so clever with her web, and was one of the sweetest heroines that I can remember. I loved how Templeton the rat brought her scraps from newspapers to get the material for her web words that saved Wilbur from the dinner table ("some pig!") and I was heartbroken at the end. (Infer what happens. I won't ruin the ending for you, and it chokes me up to think about it anyway.)

I have relayed this story to our many spiders and think that if they really got their acts together, we could pay the mortgage off. I'll even leave some periodicals outside for the woodchucks to thumb through.

 

My best get-rich scheme to date.