Overhearing a loud fly-buzz in my kitchen this morning, I scanned the room until I found the culprit snagged in a spider web. I could have taken a fly swatter and demolished both victim and aggressor, but I let the situation follow its natural course. Either I'm lazy or cheering for team spider. I guess my childhood influenced by Charlotte's Web explains a lot about my life. No, not the book, as charming and classic as that is, but the movie. No, not the beautiful Dakota Fanning version, but its corny, animated predecessor.
I'm sorry, but what's not to love about a rat that sings about gorging himself on trash?
After that edifying little tidbit of cinematic wonder, I'm off to fix my kids' some breakfast. It will be a veritable smorgasbord orgasbord orgasbord, I'm sure.