some of them the size of suburban homes, fill our parking lot each time a machine is delivered. Sometimes, they contain a remarkable quantity of clean wood, and today, I grabbed a clear pine 4×4 and tossed it into the car to use as feet for my workbench.

On the way home I started noticing something going on just to the left of my field of vision, and when I got home where I could take my glasses off and look, a spider about the size of a grain of salt had tried to take up residence in my left eyelashes, and went apeshit repairing his minuscule web every time I blinked. I evicted him posthaste.