I'm minding my own business, making pizza dough for dinner. I grab a tea towel and drape it over my shoulder, as I always do when I cook, when all of a sudden, I feel something skitter up my neck and I see something just at the edge of my vision on my cheek. I swatted it away and realized that it was a spider when it fell on the countertop and tried to run away…
The beaver is a proud and noble animal
Notes from a bemused canuck