Gray squirrels or brown makes no difference… all will eventually face The Tire. Only the swift will survive.

On a more spidery note, I had an encounter with a spider that I thought was a mouse while I still had my glasses off. I mean, it was certainly large enough, and I heard little clicky toenails on the linoleum. Turned out to just be clicky exoskeleton on linoleum. I hope that wasn’t your spirit guide, because I hosed him down with Windex (it was the only chemical I had right at hand, okay?).

I quite like the sound of your hobo spider spirit guide… the first time I have ever found a spider in any way appealing, I might add, so it’s a weird experience for me.

I’ve always envisioned my own spirit guide as some sort of tree-climbing big cat… probably a jaguar. Silent, observing all the people below, waiting for the right opportunity to strike and make her presence known. Not as cool as your hobo spider, perhaps, but better suited to my part of the world (I spent most of my childhood in a tree, and actually had my first kiss 30 feet up in a Douglas Fir).

my son is just 12. and i am just 48. i’m on your page, if you get my drifting.