As if fires and earthquakes aren’t enough, today my sister Solveig sends word from California of a new menace: Her front yard tarantula. Coaxed from its hiding place in a bucket, it thanked her husband by brushing past his leg, then went on to do whatever tarantulas do when left alone.
They apparently do make occasional appearances in her Sunol, California, back yard, but are rare enough to warrant a thoughtful photograph for her squeamish brother in Minnesota.
