The Pig and I

This is Francis, the new member of our family. He's finally decided to let us get a little sleep.

Does this make sense to you? I'm getting frustrated. Maybe I just need a break? I've had enough. Let's eat the book!

Ok, so I realised I did also call the spider "Miss Spider." Last night, I gave her a lecture ('cause yeah... she can understand me... or something). She leaves a lot of messes that's true. I remember when she was born, and when her mom moved across the garage (I sometimes visit her to see what she's eaten - usually another species of spider as of late), I watch her molt, and I watch her feeding patterns. I'm a lot more attached to this spider than I realised until yesterday (when I was complaining to P about her not doing her job as he looked at me in the same way one might look at any crazy person). All in all, she's a pretty cool spider and she keeps the garage largely pest free. Plus, she sits where I sit and she's never bitten me. So last night I walk over to our part of the garage, and she's just chillin' while a large silverfish (~2 years old) is walking right by. Now, I realise she just ate, but spiders have a built in food preservation ...