I read somewhere recently that we, all of us, are always within two or three feet of a spider. There are untold billions of them in the world, and some of them do like the comforts of a less an immaculately kept house. This is one of (at least) two species that likes my bathroom.
Right outside the backdoor, meanwhile, clinging to a metal column: a grasshopper missing one of its hind, jumping, legs. And yet seeming to get along.
Sorry, Jainists. Note the b&w striped legs of what remains of this Asian tiger mosquito in a pool of my Achilles heel blood. The striping is the inspiration for their common name.
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