The Old Gray Mare, She Ain’t What She Used to Be

Maybe we did dodge a bullet this time, but do you hear that metallic clicking? That’s the firing squad, reloading.

Eight-Legged T-Shirt Marauders, Oh My! (Updated 8/19/19)

Polly came home late last night and found a small tarantula at our front door. I took its photo because in spite of living in the Sonora Desert we don’t see them all that often. So if it’s all the same to you I’m taking this sighting as a good omen.