Packing crates
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.
Even your waking moments turn to the weird.
Back when I worked on a loading dock, I learned to spot hardwood pallets. I’ve been known to salvage some good, utility-grade oak from such pallets. Made a barrel clamp out of some, once.
Thanks, I won’t sleep tonight for thinking of tiny spiders spinning webs in my eyelashes……
Here, Mark. Let’s make that nightmare real.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Demodex
And now when you get eye-flies, you have your own short-sightedness to blame…
Appleby’s got flies in his eyes?
brings new meaning to floaters
Those weren’t spiders. Just leftover Corgis from your dreams.
Not that I know much about eight legged Corgis, I’ll admit.
Jim
Sunk New Dawn
Galveston, TX