I'd like to expound some more on what happened after Miss Jangles died. There was quiet for awhile, not even the sound of a mouse in the house (hehe), but some weeks later, I heard squeaking and saw motion. I'm sure there was another mouse, perhaps the mousekin of Jangles I. I didn't name this new mouse, but one day, I found him/her dead under the couch, in a frighteningly similar position to the first Miss Jangles. It was as if the cloned body I'd previously photographed had simply been displaced throughout time and space, to this odd position under the couch. How utterly WEIRD!

So, OK, I gave this mouse a decent field burrow in the longstalks of my backyard, where the grass grows so long that it almost qualifies as ankle-biters. THEN, a few days later, what do I hear but more squeaking? And the funny thing is I've only seen one of these mice at a time, it's like they didn't coexist, it's like some sort of weird loop! Needless to say, Jangles III?– or Jangl3s — is now?scurrying around, prolly picking at my leftovers when I am asleep.

That's not the only odd animal encounter I've had. You may have heard me tell a tale of riding a deer, or perhaps the time the eagle has landed… on me!?Well now, what's next?

A few days back in the timestream, I saw all these spiders, like a mad rush outta some Charlotte's Web's shiznit,?and I wondered where they were all goin' to — they looked fullgrown and fat. So, as I watched, they huddled up in a big spider-pile in the corner and clambered all around each other, just this pulsating mass of spiderthings. No, they didn't all transform into one huge one, and while there is a degree of ickiness to spiderkind, I was very mesmerized by this sight… spiders accumulating in the corner of my stairwell. Just this big ball, and it didn't look like they were eating or doing anything — how do we say — natural.

The crowd dispersed soon enough. Something's going on here!