We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
I had a tarantula once. IIRC, it involved doing nothing except using an eyedropper to drop one splash of water on its back every two weeks. The bugs in the dirt at the bottom of the cage multiplied faster than
the spider ate them. Once I looked in the cage and the tarantula was curled up and dead so I looked a little closer and a bigger, hairier spider leg uncurled from the top corner of its cage. It was not dead. The tarantula was twice
as big as before and a different color as it had shed its skin.