It's been an interesting week to say the least. Ed, Farrah, Michael. My heart goes out to their families, friends, and fans -- their beloved F trifecta, you could call it. Any cheesy "Thriller" dance renditions just won't be the same.
Even the animals seemed to know something was different yesterday. While my family was crowded around the TV to watch people crowding around Los Angeles hospital, I was watching another phenom: a fight between a wasp and a spider. As I'm not particularly fond of either, I wanted them to take each other out. The wasp got stuck in the fat brown spider's web, and they grappled for several minutes -- I'd say I watched them for ten minutes -- and the wasp appeared hopelessly stuck, even though every few seconds, he'd get a burst of energy and resume movement even though the spider's fangs were firmly implanted into his thorax.
The pinnacle of the adventure occurred when the spider and wasp's weight broke through the web, and the wasp's wings began to flutter. Before they landed on the ground, the wasp took flight -- the spider still firmly attached to him.
JT has been building a fence for months, and now, he has cemented post holes dug all over the perimeter of our yard. They're pretty deep, too. Anyway, yesterday as he was about to come in the house, he noticed a baby skunk was stuck in one of the holes. His eyes got large and he bolted for the house.
The cop that came out to free the skunk got sprayed. I smiled when I heard that bit. :)