A couple of hours before last night’s presidential debate, I was in the backyard with our two dogs when I saw a big, hairy tarantula. Our curious dogs saw it, too. To protect them from possible injury, I rushed over to get rid of the nasty critter, and got a face full of stinging urticating hairs in the process.
After taking care of that little emergency, I turned on the TV and watched the debate in its entirety. After that, I could not get to sleep until almost 3:30 in the morning.
I’m seriously not sure which experience was worse: the tarantula attack or the debate.