At some point in the middle of September, the local wildlife made a bid to reclaim the space between my office door and the kitchen. There are half a dozen fresh spiders’ webs in place every morning. By Wednesday, I’ve learned to windmill my arms as I walk across the lawn, but I’ve stopped pulling the spiders’ webs from my clothes. On Thursday morning, I step on a slug the size of a banana.
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