It's bug season. Spiders are hanging in fruitful crops from our front door awning, while ladybugs are moving out in formation searching for suitable hibernation before the snow hits. (It typically snows before Halloween here.) 

 

This morning, we scrubbed down the front door area as spiders dive bombed us and ran for cover. One landed on my husband's arm and he flicked it away. Sometime later, one fell out of my hair. (Eeew! How long had it been hiding there?) "They're just trying to survive," my husband reminded me. (Uhg!)