B.C. by Mastroianni and Hart for August 31, 2023

Type-A spiders

That is one very ambitious little spider.

Cowabunga!

Somebody cut down that cow, bull, donkey, whatever.

Did the spider’s “catch” fall into the web from above? If so, how did that happen? If not, how did it get caught?

But do you know?

It will take the spiders a month to consume that.

Must be Shelob.

Garfield’s worst nightmare.

Ever wonder how spider makes a circle-shaped web perfectly?

Because it’s sπder we’re talking about.

I just texted my dad because I found a spider web in my computer

He said “Good, then your software will be bug free.”

Why don’t multiple spiders ever share the same web?

They dislike net neutrality

My wife told me to take a spider out instead of killing it.

We went out and had beers. Cool guy, very driven, wants to be a web designer.

Why did the spider just mind it’s own business making a web?

To make sure I wasn’t being bugged.

Holy cow!!

Steak for a month for the spider family…

Like the 2 spiders in an old Far Side who made a web across the bottom of a sliding board and said, “If we pull this off, we’ll eat like kings!”

“Some Cow”

Lucky……. they were not 10 minutes earlier.

I’ve been in places where the spider webs completely covered the trees.

Where’s Bilbo when you need him?

Is that the “web of deceit”? Or the “web of confusion”?

This is Bull.

Help meee!

If you hear them whispering attercop, RUN!

B.C. must be in Australia!

I’d get the hell out of there!

Like the ones on my front porch; I took the webs down yesterday.

MINI-SHELOB!

That’s from the same species of spiders that crawled up skyscrapers in 1950’s sci fi films

Or maybe on a different continent :-0

Mirkwood?

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Save some for snacks later.

Early webmaster.

Well, ever since they began saying it’s stronger than steel, I’ve been wondering about Kevlar and carbon fiber. And now, I’m worried about Dorothy Gale.

Took a while, but I finally saw the baby, tiny mastadon…

Looks like my back yard the last couple of days

Good idea……

Food supply for a year (or years). . .

And now the spider will lower it into the raptor paddock

Shelob?

Is this from a famous poem? It sounds like it, but I can’t find such a poem. There’s that wintry one by Robert Frost. Maybe there’s a secret extra verse?