Attacked!

Buenos Aires Sunshine. See also Rain.

Walking back to house from the all-beef-all-the-time Chinese dinner, we were set upon by a barking spider. This sent Osmany into a paroxysm of laughter. It was so violent that I thought we might have to A) abandon him, or B) call for an ambulance. After umpteen hours the paroxysm subsided. God forbid we should ever be attacked again. I am afraid he might not survive another attack.
      Which reminds me of a story that what's-his-name told about his time in Afghanistan when the Afghans were fighting the Russians. He tells us that a barking spider attack is both the rudest and the funniest thing that can happen.
     Osmany is from Cuba. I don't know whether this has any bearing on the matter or not.

Update 2015 August. Corrected a typo.