Ooo, posting is easier now. But that's not what I'm here to say. I'm here to tell you about hearing things wrong. I would be an expert on this topic if I were actually AWARE of all the times I've heard things wrong, so I won't claim that but just tell you about this morning at 5. We were loading chickens, five to a crate. Three (chickens) were left over - sounds like a math question. We solved Problem A by allowing ("Yeah, 'allowing'," say the chickens) six chickens in three of the crates. I moved to open one with my left hand, squawking indignant hurricane of feet and feathers in my right, when Anna said, "Be careful; that one's full of spiders."
Spiders? In the crate? How big could they possibly be? Wouldn't one or two of the five chickens have eaten them already? Not hungry at 5 a.m.? But still.
"Spiders?" I asked. "No, fighters," Anna enunciated patiently and clearly. "That one's full of fighters."
It was full of baleful glarers once the sixth was added.