The housing restrictions I have imposed upon the spiders living in my yard has been violated repeatedly. They seem to have no respect for The Broom. Overnight, the biggest spider of them all, I call him Petrov, rebuilt his web. He likes the spot right in front of the flood light, right hand corner, in front of the garage. His web stretches from the eaves of the roof, to the ground. It’s that ginormous. I tried to take a picture of him, but it was dusk, and it didn’t turn out well.

I was feeling fairly benevolent, leaving him and his brethren alone, as I had just finished reading Anansi Boys, by Neil Gaiman. I wouldn’t say that I had gone soft on the spider issue. But perhaps I was feeling momentarily kind towards them. That was until I had to sweep webs away just to open the garage door. [It opens by hand, not remote. Half my stuff, more than half, is stored in the garage, so I sometimes go out trolling for lost items.] The next time Petrov, and his spider buddies, leave their colossal webbed structures, I’m bringing out The Broom. And we are going to repeat this process until they quit populating the entrances and exits to building structures, i.e.: the garage, the front door, the back door.

Sad news, kids… The Fun Hole has closed for the season. No more Fun Hole fun until next spring.