Meet Bobby-Jones. Bobby-Jones is the collective name for the jumping spiders that were merrily roaming the little home.
My urgent query is: do such jumping spiders hibernate, or go on holiday, or drop dead with no heirs to their roam routes? Haven't seen any for a while and am getting worried, not to mention forlorn, not to mention dispirited, mentally unkempt, and slouchy.
As though my well-being was contained in their little perky bounds and cute twitching mini-mandibles.
In fact I am forgetting if it is Bobby-Jones or -Johns (incidentally a problem I had with my mother's post-divorce name . . . a co-incidence? We think not)
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