As Wiggy said, it's a special kind of wrong.

"Look out," I said*, lunging for the swatter. "There's a spider!"

We get these jumping spiders--very tiny, not friendly at all, and quick. I smashed the swatter against the wall, and the weathered plastic shattered. I very quietly hung the swatter back in its usual place and went for the camera.

*You know, that sound I make. Probably sounded more like, "AH! AHHHHHAAHAHHAHHAAHAER!"

I'm catching up on picture posting. Because I can't just work from the present backwards, it is still April in my head. (And that is so true in so many ways it's wild.)

As Wiggy said, it's a special kind of wrong.