I'm not quite sure how it happened, but virtually overnight I've fallen into a new career as a spider rancher. I'm not sure why I worked so hard all year to nurture the plants in my garden when the real cash crop this year is spiders. Seriously. They're the new white meat. I've got lobster-sized monsters hanging around in every inch of my garden. It looks like some kind of 1950's Sci-Fi/Horror mash-up. I've got a couple that are close to rivaling the tarantula that tried to kill Greg Brady in one of those Brady Bunch go to Hawaii episodes.
Conversely, I'm moving on from my previous career as a fruit fly farmer. I'm beginning to suspect that the decline of that industry is related to the rise of the new one.























































































