There is a black widow spider in my garage. The bold little bugger has built a web from a laundry basket to the dryer. I tried to kill it (the black widow being almost the only arachnid I'm willing to squash) but it was too quick for me, and scurried into a sheltered spot next to the water heater. I'm on the verge of using insecticide on it. There will be war!
Other than the discovery of the venomous spider, the night passed uneventfully. No deer, no owls, no raccoons, not even a scent of skunk. The round moon shone brightly on a dull world, wasting its romantic light. This makes me sad. I should like to have seen nymphs and satyrs copulate on my lawn. Life is far less interesting than I can imagine it being. Also, the heat is getting to me. I calculate that my brain will melt in three more days, unless cooler weather intervenes. I think I'll throw some more stuff out. It's the only activity by which I am pleased anymore. It all just collects heat, anyway.