Every year, a funnel weaver sets up shop in the corner of my patio door frame. I leave her alone. I figure she’s not hurting anything, and she eats lots of bugs.
Somewhere between putting it in my cart and getting it home, a William Sleator book went missing. I’m bummed about that, but it was still a really good thrifting day.
I walk by this intersection every day, to and from work. I’m not sure what they’re doing, but it involved opening up the sidewalk. The sections of concrete were lifted and set to the side, to allow access to the steam tunnel and the pipes below.