We don’t need a calendar at my house. All we have to do is open the front door. Thick layer of yellow pollen on the porch—spring. Dead hornets on the doormat—summer. Spider webs strung from one post to the other—fall. For some reason, spiders weaving orb-shaped webs love our yard. But the eight-legged insect-eating machines are usually large, so I’m always on the lookout for their webs beginning about now. Who wants a bug the size of a quarter crawling down your shirt? Not me.
What critter gives you the creeps?
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