In response to Stewart Copper’s spiderweb rebuilding observation (C8), Manbir Singh Kohli of Pemulwuy says that “spiders are recreating their social housing after being damaged because they’re not wasting time and money building unwanted spider stadiums.”
In the interests of arachnid awareness and gender assignment (C8), Jenifer Nicholls of Armadale (Vic) notes that “the spiderweb reconstruction brigade is unlikely to be manned by the ‘little guys’ and much more likely to consist of big girls. As ever, the little guys will just sit back and wait for dinner, hoping for a bit of action before they become dinner for the big girls.”
Lionel Latoszek of Long Jetty says that Darryl West’s “substantial description of a spade (C8) does not allude to possibly the most important role of it and its cousin, the shovel, which are seen in daily use on roadworks and building sites. Their primary use is as tools to lean on for a good part of the day. A portable onsite arm rest, perhaps?”
Just for the record, Stephen Knox of Chatswood believes “the correct name for a metal insertion device (C8) is ‘knockometer’.”
Apropos of nothing, as is his wont, George Manojlovic of Mangerton has discovered that “certain makes and models of cars substitute neatly for the lyrics of well-known songs. Here are just a few: I Amarok, I am a Leyland; 24 Hours From Tesla; You Ain’t Nothin’ but a Honda; If You Suzuki Like I Suzuki; Out in the West Lexus Town of El Prado; MG (think Rolling Stones).”
Apologies in advance to anyone reading who may be eating their breakfast and of a delicate constitution (admittedly the earlier spider item may have already interfered with your digestion). Leoni Hubbard of Windradyne says that while rubber bands may survive cooking on the stove (C8), plastic Band-Aids certainly don’t. “After deciding to cook a risotto for the very first time for dinner, I proceeded to stir and add stock repeatedly for the required time, then asked my husband to take over for the last five minutes. When spooning it into bowls (after testing it, I might add!) I discovered the remains of a Band-Aid which my husband hadn’t noticed fall off his finger while he was stirring. The pad in the middle was still mostly intact, but the rest had melted completely. Needless to say, we had something else for dinner!”
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