"Run. Run away and never return." Or, Scar is to Simba what we are to hail storms

During her teaching stint at Lakeside, Katie played a game called Assassins with the campers. The game's rules loosely say that certain people are the murderers and they have to subtly assassinate the other players by tapping them on the shoulder. Although it's been a few weeks since she taught the kids this game, Katie had a chance to play murderers last Thursday. With a wolf spider. A wolf spider.

The job of weeding the onion bed has been neglected in recent time because the onions were doing so well that there wasn't a need. There is a thick layer of straw over the plants, too, so most weeds weren't even trying. Or, they were trying and failing horribly. After Jordan set up the potato towers (!!!) and Katie stained the hydroponic shed on Wednesday, it was inevitable that we would have to address the onions this week. In the corner of their king sized bed though, we found a perfectly shaped funnel web.  After searching for a large enough stick and positioning Jordan such that if the wolf spider freaked it would jump her way, Katie furiously stabbed the web and buried it deep in an unmarked grave.

Rumor has it that a hail storm is headed North through the valley. Jordan bulwarked the tomatoes, garlic, pumpkins, zucchini, swiss chard, and carrots with sections of cover cloth. As Katie had hogged the majority of the stakes to arrange cover sloth over the beds surrounding the greenhouse, Jordan [like a boss] was able to economize the remaining stakes and secure the larger main garden beds. Some tomato plants have been moved inside of the greenhouse as well as smaller planters filled with cilantro, thai basil, and italian basil.

The system behind who got to have absolute security was not a Deep Impact-esque lottery, but based on the vulnerability of plants. If we're talking wind and hail, plants in the courtyard have the overhang and walls on three sides to protect them, but plants around the greenhouse are susceptible to complete annihilation. If we're talking temperature, the greenhouse + close surroundings' tenants are set, but their courtyard fellows might be in trouble. This time the tomatoes outside the greenhouse lucked out and got to hide inside its fortress.

Come, violent storm! Come, we beg you to attempt destruction!
You will meet only failure!

Actually, don't. Just go away. And take the wolf spiders with you.