I was cleaning a spider web off the mailbox last week when its angry builder popped out of a crack and glared at me with all eight eyes. Spiders usually win staring contests with me, but not this time… not after what happened this summer. I fought a bigger, better one than you, I warned the creature telepathically. He kept staring as I recalled the great encounter. My son Casey and I were in a tall, thin hotel built on the edge of a great lake in Guatemala. It is made mostly of rock chipped into blocks on site and …