I like the spider, that's great. When I walked out the door this morning I found one of the chickens eating a dead mouse beside my porch while the other chickens tried to steal it. Now I almost wish I'd taken a picture.
Also, you were born within a few days of me, which offends me. I insist that you stop. And email me some whiskey.
Oh, and they aren't my chickens. They belong to my landlord. He's crazy.