Day 86:
Spent the day chopping down wood. Left late, because it was hard to see the sun’s position through the trees. Result: I got jumped by a zombie, and then a pony-sized spider, on my way back.
(Thank cod none of these creatures have learned how to work together or I’d’ve probably been fighting a zombie on a pony-sized spider.)
(I wonder if I can harness and ride the spiders.)
Anyway, no major harm done, just embarrassed. And anxious.
I understand much better now why my ancient ancestors may have been totally on board for not going outside at night.
