We also have a chance of a blizzard tonight. This is going to limit my mobility even more, I’m afraid, and it’s going to kill more spiders. Scurry deep into the leaf litter, little ones, hide under the rocks, you’re also welcome to move into my house.
Right now it’s pretty and expected. I wonder how long it’ll be until I’m shaking my fist out the window and cussing out the snow?