A note from a friend in Arizona:
I wish you fabulous people could be here right now. On the upper route from Bisbee to Sierra Vista the tarantulas do a migration from the south side of the road to the north (never the other way) every year in September. Literally thousands of them cross when they do this, and the road is black with them. When you drive the road, you can hear them crunching under your tires. It’s so bizarre. And last night I walked outside to admire the moon, and a bat flew so close to my face that I had eye contact with him. Take that, you city slickers!