They pizza'd when they were supposed to french fry. Or french fried when they were supposed to pizza. Junk food was involved.
My wife and I have had a large cardboard box sitting on our deck for a few days as we waited for our weekly pickup. When I went out this evening to dispatch the infernal box, I immediately caught sight of a silky strand starting at the top of the box. My eyes drifted upward to a quarter-sized spider still spinning its web using our power line as its "base". I used to be afraid of spiders until I met my wife, who cringes at the mere mention of the arachnid.