Spider

This guy was on the back porch last night as A and I, a little giddy from too much Angel and way too much of one of grandma's meat intensive dinners, went out to smoke around midnight. I couldn't get a really good picture but he was easily as big as my thumb and light brown. He ate a moth while we watched, which was kind of like being inside a National Geographic special. It was cool but I'm not heartbroken that he seems to be gone this morning.

In other news, M called and said he wants me to mail him "depressing books." I said, "You have One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovitch and that's the most depressing book ever."
"I already read that one." he said dismissively. "I want Clockwork Orange and any other kind of really depressing book that shows how society is all screwed up. I'm going to do a science project on what happens if you read a lot of depressing books and don't ever sleep."
"You turn into the Unabomber." I said. "I don't think that's such a good idea."
"It'll be great." he said.

So, anyone got any depressing books they want to share?