Wordless Wednesday: All That Scratchin' Is Makin' Me Itch

I unfairly blamed this magnificent spider for the lil' bites I got on the tops of my feet in Kennebunkport last month. I snapped this photo after I found him/her lounging around my bed. My coworkers told me it was probably 'skeeters biting me, dining and whining like AM radio waves. That may be, but I really wanted to know why the bites got crazy-maddeningly-clawingly itchy days after I got back, and remained as such for a week?

I dedicate this post to delayed reactions of all kinds. Sure, some people are great at witty retorts and badinage--these types can make lots of money doing, say, consulting work. I myself need a few hours minimum to come up with a good response, though a day or two of ruminating brings best results. Kinda like a spider, you know, with her built-in silk factory. You think she's hanging out doing nothing, and then boom… here comes a silken string-thought that launches her into the sky and outta there like a balloon.

OF COURSE I like Count Five's the best, but this video is so...quaint!

Meezer Monday: The One That Got Away

Everyone has one. Even Derrick, who came this close to eating this big mo-fo of a fly earlier today. Who knows how they worked it out, but the fly flew free, and may even be hiding in my shoe right now. I'm not sure I would have let it get much further though, 'cause I am not like those people who film "When Animals Attack" et al and watch the whole thing going down. And you're all crying because the baby cheetah cubs, who hardly stood a chance in the first place, have been killed.

Oh. my. Sorry to end on such a bummer note.