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Web crawlers
She guards the tomatoes. Every evening she labors. She weaves, waits, and weaves some more. It is miles of silk to her. Impressive to us. Five feet across and tall, and begins three feet above the ground. A perfect circle. In the morning, it’s gone. She never leaves a strand of silk to warn others of her lair.
She’s one of many who live in the garden. One of many different species who weave their webs each day or night. She’s the largest.
We have water spiders who weave their webs over the pond. Their oddly shaped webs are as strange as the spiders who weave them. They are delicate and difficult to photograph.
Spiders, if they stay in the gardens, I’m fine with them, but come into my house and well…
Gavin and the dreaded E-collar
You try sleeping in this thing!
I am listening to a dog whining and shaking an E-collar against the sides of his crate as I sit here writing. Yep, Gavin’s ear started to act up again. He’s not happy with me right now. I’m not happy with his ear. I thought we’d finally beaten it. We were in the process of weaning him off his prednisone. Guess we won’t do that right away.
At last, he has settled down to sleep. I hope he sleeps through the night. Tomorrow I’ll make another appointment with the vet and once again, he won’t get his shots because his ear is causing problems that will require more antibiotics. Sigh. I swear he knows when we’re going to take him for shots and he starts digging his ears so he won’t get them. He hates going to the vet. He’s the first dog we ever had that hated going there.
We did have a cat who hated it. My old Siamese played Jekyll and Hyde. She was the sweetest cat in the world until she was on that exam table. You’d swear the devil had taken possession of her as soon as the vet walked into the room.
It’s little old me the klutz again
Only a true klutz can whack the same knee in the same place four times in less than an hour. Yep, me again. When I managed to do this, I was out in the melon patch picking cucumber bugs off the leaves and vines. I was stepping back behind my rather large gargoyle to reach them and then stepping back out to drop the bugs in a jar of soapy water. Each time I did it, I managed to hit my knee on the gargoyle.
This isn’t a knee height gargoyle like the one pictured with the watermelon, this one is almost as tall as I am. Don’t ask how I kept hitting my knee because I haven’t figured it out yet. I guess I should slow down or something when I’m chasing those bugs. I have managed to put a dent in their population along with the dent in my knee.
At least I didn’t sprain my ankles again. No, I look like I frequently did as a child. I have a skinned knee. I know when I go out to lunch with G later today she’ll have a good laugh.
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