When you play the game of Nolans, you win or you die. There is no middle ground.

The spiders here are doing their level best to help curb the dread lanternfly population.

Well done, ArachSirs.

Ever try to draft a poem and everything you write sounds like crap?

I call it Irritable Vowel Syndrome.

My backyard’s all aflutter with them.

SIX deer in my yard just now!

Two parents plus four feisty frolicking fawns!

This morning I unwrapped a microwave pizza and patiently proceeded to place it in the kitchen cabinet to heat up.

Was I just really tired? Or am I old and stupid?