08.19.03 | 1:05 p.m.

arachnids abound

I work 34 floors from the ground. I am not sure how high that actually is, but it it by no means close to the earth. For some reason, the windows around my office are covered in dime-to-quarter sized spiders. I have counted as many as six of them today. I wonder how long it took them to climb all the way up here and why they did it in the first place.

Whatever the reason, starring at them all day is subconsciously making me itch all over. And I like spiders.

In fact, when I was growing up, getting caught in the act of killing a spider was grounds for punishment. My mother was very strict about my brother and I carefully escorting any indoor spiders out into the yard.

Of course, my mother also collected turtles off the side of the road only later to drive them all to the park... befriended squirrels in the neighborhood, going so far as to get them to eat out of her hands... had a thing for taking photos of barnyard pigs on the side of the highway, which coincidentally, pigs absolutely love to have their photos taken. I shit you not.