Spinning a yarn

There's a big yarn sale at (where else?) the yarn store today, so I'm going to head over during lunch and load up on even more yarn I probably won't have time to mess with for the next six months. Guess there'll be frenzied knitting come November so everyone will receive yarn-based Xmas gifts.

In a not-unrelated matter, the giant spider has returned to my office window after wintering somewhere--perhaps the creepy, dirty boiler room below me. We get big, fat flies in our office. The theory was that they came to snack on the tasty treats we always used to have on the conference room table, but our secretary relocated to another part of campus, and along with her went all the birthday parties and sugar-based celebrations.

But the flies are still here, coming in through my and the new secretary's open windows. I thought my spider friend was long dead, but last week a fly got caught in the web I thought abandoned. Oh great, it's going to buzz like a pencil sharpener on speed until exhausts itself, but then the spider came trotting out to take care of business. It's a big fucker, too.

I would be completely hsyterical about the spider if it weren't eight feet up the wall in the window corner, in a place I would never linger. When it's finished eating, it throws fly carcasses down onto the window sill, and I can't even reach over there, beyond my ridiculously huge desk, to brush them off. Obviously, we're not dealing with a jumping spider, or it would have sucked my brains out long ago.

No, it's just a little nature in action at the office, my own collegiate Wild Kingdom.