When you come to the end of a perfect day...

I was just closing up shop yesterday when Megan, the quintessential girl-next-door, brought her latest discovery into the office. On my desk, she placed a plastic jar with a cap that doubled as a magnifying glass.
Me: "What's that?"
Megan: "It's a poisonous brown wood spider."
Me: "What are you gonna do with it?"
Megan: "Put it in the freezer, pin it to a board, frame it, then sell it."
Me: "Do you think your mother will want a big, brown, poisonous spider in the freezer?"
Megan: "I can't help it--I need the money."

How's that for entrepreneurship? (If that's not a word, it is now.) Here are some pictures from the experience:

Megan magnified...
The subject of this blog...
Two great girls - Abbey and Megan...
The stuff nightmares are made of...
Just what I always wanted, a poisonous brown wood spider...