Spiders like damp spaces close to the ground— better hunting. My drawer of the human filing cabinet in Kingston was on the eleventh floor, too high for mozzies and bluebottles, or even moths. Hence no spiders.

Meanwhile, it is now snowing copiously in Stratford, and everyone on the road is belatedly realizing that any intersection is likely to feature a skid-pad. This morning’s trip downtown to the Y was paused for a good five minutes while the inexperienced driver of a school bus figured out how to get the vehicle’s back tires to grip long enough to achieve a left turn.