Time to pull out the WMDs.

As I was shutting off after the last entry about dog toys, a large brown spider came skittering out from under some papers on my desk, suspended above the number pad of this keyboard.

Her cold, dead carcass is laying bellyup where it fell, right now. Sorry to all you pacifists out there, but it's time to break out the chemical weapons against these things. They're getting too big and brazen.

This evening would be a good time to do it and avoid the fumes, as we're supposed to go watch Spidey do his thing again.

There's something wrong about all that, but I'm not sure what.

In other news, forgot to mention the citation one of our wardens wrote on the lake this holiday weekend. For failure to carry a life preserver.

While operating a snowmachine.

Really. Truly.

He and another warden discussed the legalities of the issue while they waited for the snowmachine operator to come to shore. They're pretty sure the ticket will stick.