We’re in the midst of spider season, and Mary has been finding every Parasteatoda that pokes its adorable little fangs out in the garage, so I’m running out of spider cages. I’m going to have to spend a few hours this morning with a glue gun building more, so I guess I’m going to have to go into work for a while this morning executing my weirdly specific and not at all marketable skills building happy wooden climbing structures for spiders. I’ll be back later this morning!
Pharyngula
Evolution, development, and random biological ejaculations from a godless liberal
In actual fact, poopyhead is skipping across the meadows, imagining† “free at last! free at last!” However, they forgot about the knee, so they are currently trapped in a mudpit screaming “HELP! Help! help! hel… h… …”, whilst the local spiders encase them in a silk cocoon for exciting but unknown somewhat later nefarious purposes…
No glue guns were harmed. May contain sawdust. Add salt to taste.
† Poopyhead is well aware they can neither sing, hum, nor yodel, unless they are trying to scare away six-legged insects, so they just imagine doing some combination thereof…