As if it weren't bad enough that there is a type of spider so large, hairy, fast, and ferocious that it's named after a wolf; as if it weren't bad enough that said spider runs down its prey; as if it weren't bad enough that enthusiasts (lunatics) find wolf spiders at night by shining a flashlight in the grass and watching for the shine of eyes ... we have one living on our porch.
This morning I darted out beneath it (it was squatting above the front door) and I turned for a last look. It had caught a tent caterpillar and was holding it in its fangs so the caterpillar dangled from its mouth. This was a caterpillar the size of my pinky finger.
Quick return to the house (side door) for a new pair of pants and a baseball bat, and I was good to go.
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