It's not one of the mean ones, and with only 7 legs, probably somewhat less of a threat anyway, but he's a fine example of some of the insect life on the other side of the harbour. I suppose it's because the suburbs there - and undoubtedly many of the other near-harbour suburbs regardless of compass orientation - have such lush gardens, but these particular arachnids were everywhere.
Our excursion to Manly on Saturday was accomplished with the purpose of spending time with M.'s brother's ten-year-old twins, for whom M. has great fondness. Because M.'s brother (also M., but different) has himself always been athletic, the boys - and boys will be boys - enjoy sports immensely, not least rugby. Only Bohdi was playing, however, as Ry was recuperating from an injury resulting from a tackle, but that allowed Ry to provide commentary. As near as I've been able to tell, rugby consists of passing the ball backwards while running forward until such time as there's either no one to pass to or a hole opens in the opposition line or the one with the ball believes he's going to be able to charge through the other players whether they get out of the way or not. However, there does seem to be more to it than that, even though at this age level, there's some relaxation of the rules, at least if I'm any judge of offsides and so forth. I don't know what Bohdi's position is, but as the smallest on the field, he wasn't charging the line much. His primary function appeared to be the "dummy half pass" while his team had possession, and dogpiling on opponents in tackles.
In any event, having skipped an age group, the Manly Cove team did very well, not winning, but keeping the score tight. They looked half the size of their opposition, but hung tough all the way.
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