*shudder*

I’m not afraid of spiders in the least. In fact, unless you’re talking poisonous (yes, black widows and brown recluses both LOVE my neck of the woods, lovely), I tend to keep them around. They eat mosquitoes and other nasties before they get in my house, so as far as I’m concerned, they are my friends. Garden spiders spin intricate and beautiful webs in the corners of my porch, the birds eat the spiders, it is a circle of life thing.

Even so, spending the last ten minutes gazing at various species of spider native to west Africa has given me the heebie jeebies. Talk about your hard wired creep factor! I feel like I need a shower. Or some Raid, or something.

In related news, I’m doing some free writing on the Guardians series today. Want to work out the motivation of the big bads in the series, so that when I edit Kiara I have something to go on. I never really pieced that out in the original draft, just kind of wrote it.

In unrelated news, the granuloma is nearly gone! Happy dance!