Yesterday, as we were traveling, we made a stop at a rest area to look for spiders, as one does. It was a terrible day for spider-kind, with intermittent rain and constant mist and cold, so it was mostly a fruitless search. I did find one sad, bedraggled looking Parasteatoda clinging to the underside of a handrail, with a fat drop of water beading up on her tattered web, and she fled as soon as my camera lens nudged in her direction. Just to make her day even worse, I then scooped up a couple of egg sacs she had in her nest, stealing her babies to bring back to the lab.
This morning as I grabbed the vial of sacs from the Big Spunk rest area to bring in to work, I noticed that they had hatched out! Baby spiderlings everywhere! They were probably triggered by being brought in to a nice warm house.
If someone is passing by Big Spunk today, could you stop in and tell their mama that her babies have found a good home, and we’ll take care of them? Probably more of these will survive here than they would in a drizzly empty wilderness where even the mosquitos weren’t flying.
This new specialty has all sorts of advantages. It’s got to be easier to find spiders at a rest stop than zebra-fish. But don’t spiders die after creating egg sacks? I only know what I learned from Charlotte’s Web.
Depends on the type of spider.
Now that you’ve taken the spiderlings from their mother to be raised at a state run school, will you be teaching them English and forcing the to refrain from speaking their native spider tongue?
Big Spunk?!
Big Spunk?
Wait, it’s on the shores of Upper Spunk Lake and Middle Spunk Lake. i suppose with Big Spunk you get multiple spunk lakes :P
Oddly, I said those very words to myself and for once, after 28 years of marriage, she slapped me. ;)
No, that is a joke.
If I manage out of bounds, she simply advises me that I’m *way out of bounds.
I am dyslexic, so I see things differently, which also means, camouflage anything, I see through it.
And make the occasional social gaffe.
The difference between that and other “learning disabilities” is, I do adapt, they’re slightly slower in adapting, so I tend to drag them along and advise, if they’re willing.
Mom drilled me mercilessly in phonics and reading scores, turned into my school’s fastest speed reader, figuring out the parse a line at a time.
Later, due to more advanced modulation of insanity, a bit more, figure at 2400 baud, I could and still can parse the raw data.
Welcome to neural world! Where the normal is a wide spectrum.
In person, I could actually manage to acquire political office. I naturally, just as you do, project one’s socially acceptable pattern into the social consensus.
I process a lot of data faster than most can, see through camouflage. Instantly.
Oh, big spunk is also a meme for alt-right far side maniacs. Spunk being sperm, big, what they’re biologically incapable of providing, hence, red pilled, due to a lack of fraternity suits.
Good night, my Silent Bob bless!
Or something.