It’s Raining Spiders … and Stuff

Ladies and gentlemen, it has rained spiders in Brazil. Yes … spiders. Rained. IN BRAZIL.

The land which gave birth to Zumba has now become Stephen King’s official playground. And you can thank the “social spider,” a group of arthropods working together to form a giant web to catch their prey.

Now that’s socialism, folks.


Thank you to 12 News in Phoenix, Ariz. for originally informing me of this (intriguing? terrifying?) phenomenon.

[… Shudder …]



**I officially ended the world’s longest eyelash debacle on Sunday. Not sure how this happened, but I wound up with an eyelash stuck in my eye for a MONTH. A month, people. Do you have any freakin’ clue what it’s like to wake up every morning to an eyelash jabbing its way into your cornea, with NO recourse? I poked, I stabbed, I rubbed; yet that dang thing would not budge. For this alone, I think I deserve a spot in the “Guinness Book of World Records.”


**The Black Keys won three Grammys. The Black Keys are seriously the coolest musicians EVER (except for my dad, of course).  I saw them, LIVE, with my sister, back in October, and they tore it up. And last night, they won THREE GRAMMYS, which means my El Camino ticket stub is now worth some mula. $$$$ 🙂 (Not that I’m selling it … suckers!)

**Java jam. That’s it, people. Jam made from espresso. A piece of Heaven really does exist here on earth. I may now die in peace.

**My cat peed on his own this morning. VICTORY!

cat in litter box

I Want Some Gold-Pooping Bacteria!

Yea, you heard me right. Forget robbing a bank. There really are bacteria that POOP gold.

And with this new-found knowledge, I can’t help but wonder: what would I do if I could poop gold? If each time I plopped down on the toilet, it was payday?

It’d be this weird version of Midas that, quite frankly, I could go for right now. Because I’m a WRITER, and writers don’t really make much dough.


But …  back to these awesome, little gold-defecating bacteria.

Not only do these babies excrete the mula, they do it by eating toxic material! You can thank the reputable, respected Washington Post for alerting me to this handy tidbit: “Bacteria that poop gold? Yep, that exists, and it’s in an art exhibit.

It’s art, too? (Laugh) … this can’t get any better.

Well, I take that back. I guess life could get MUCH better if I knew how to get my hands on some of these nifty little money-makers.