I was about half a mile into my run, speeding down a nice slope and under some lie branches, when I ran through a very large web, UGH!!! And for the next 3 miles, I cringed, wondering if I had a spider on me. I had thin-yet-impossibly-strong silk across my face, arms, body, and legs. I kept running and tried to pull it off, but it was very sticky. Oh. My. God.
But eventually I kind of forgot about it, the web having fallen off, or I became accustomed to it. No sooner did I relax, than I ran through another large web. Cars driving by must have thought I was having a seizure, or listening to Lady Gaga (which I'm pretty sure is seizure-inducing), I was flailing around the sidewalk, waving my arms like a crazy person. I never did find any spiders. But... The thought was as bad as the reality.
I arrived back home after 4.5 miles and stopped to make sure my spider hadn't pulled a Charlotte and stitched "we're coming for you Jen" into its project. She had just caught and killed a cicada that rivaled her size, and was beginning to wrap it.
Horr.i.fy.ing.
I entered the house through the garage and heard a VERY loud buzzing. My first thought was, "Oh, sonofabitch that spider has a chainsaw!" My second thought was, "Oh, no! A dragonfly is caught in my garage door opener!" So I climbed up on the ladder and removed the cover before he burned up under the light bulb. He was stunned, so I was able to admire him before he took off. 
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