Spider hunting is a great distraction. It only takes seconds. This fellow was right in my face. “Hello, chicken food!” said I, ever so gently. Then I set him aside on my spectacles case, rather stunned:
I then turned my head only to see this staring me in the face, sucking the brains out of something or other:
So, I set him aside as well. Chickens love an extra spider if they can get one. This last spider lost a few legs and got rather tangled up, as you can see. Doesn’t matter to chickens, who make such spiders into eggs for the breakfast of yours truly, and then poop the rest out. The latter bit is not for breakfast.
– Back to work now.
[[ Did I mention I love our Lord's good creation?]]
[[ Don't forget. Adam and his wife were the creation our Lord called very good. But then Adam fell and we weren't to be good at all, unless we would be redeemed. And we were. We are now better than very good. And when we keep up with the Sacraments, we won't later be smacked down and fed to someone not in heaven.]]