While cleaning up the leftover summer stuff in the yard, moving the tarps over to the shed revealed this big-assed black widow. Another one of a similar-size managed to escape from putting the hose away.

We awoke Saturday morning to the scampering of a squirrel on the ceiling of the bedroom. The brave squirrel had discovered the gap where the wood has rotted behind one of the corbels across the front of the house, and had found a way to hang upside and then scoot into the attic space.

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