We are like the weather around here. If you get tired of one thing, it will change by tomorrow. Life is never dull.
Showing posts with label creepy stuff. Show all posts
Showing posts with label creepy stuff. Show all posts
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Drama, drama, drama.
Yesterday, spider killing. Today, stomach flu.
We are like the weather around here. If you get tired of one thing, it will change by tomorrow. Life is never dull.
We are like the weather around here. If you get tired of one thing, it will change by tomorrow. Life is never dull.
Saturday, September 22, 2007
God made creatures big and small. UPDATED!!
God made tarantulas. This I know. But I am sure He did not intend for one to take up residence on my front porch.
I nearly DIED when I picked up my watering can and there was the hairy beast! People, this is why I procrastinate. Nothing good comes from doing chores.
"GET OUT!" I yelled. No response.
Made a quick call to brave husband asking him how to KILL the tarantula. He said, "Don't kill it. Wait till I get home so we can play with it."
Did he just meet me? Never in our 12 years of marriage have I ever wanted to play with tarantulas. I feel the same about not wanting my offspring to either. Dead spiders in glass jars are fine to look at, but to play with? Seriously.
After my brief period of indignation, I made my second call to Shelley because she just experienced this same thing. Her tip was to put a glass bowl over it and let the kids look at it. Hmmm. This presents a problem since I poked at it and it crawled up the wall by the front door. I am sure the neighbors thought I was getting murdered based on my screams (although no one rushed out of their houses to save me.)
Shelley also mentioned that we were having a tarantula migration this season. This is not good news. That means we can expect to see more.
Currently I am blogging 12 feet away from the hairy and all I can think about is how it will DIE. Instead of taking action, I am cooling my jets until Skip can home so we can all PLAY with it.
Over my dead body!
Update:
Skip finally came home and inspected our intruder. He informed me that it wasn't a tarantula but a wolf spider. Rendering him at a complete loss as to how to handle the situation. He was, however, very helpful in maintaining my level of anxiety by yelling "BOO!" repeatedly. He is a funny, funny man! But in the end, victory was ours.
Trust me this thing was huge and hairy. The scale of this picture doesn't do it justice. It warranted 2 frantic phone calls and lots of jumping and screaming.
The children are safe and secure outside the KILL zone! I am happy to say that Skip really wasn't in the mood to play with big hairy spider. He kept saying that it was the biggest he had ever seen. Needless to say, the children are safe.
I nearly DIED when I picked up my watering can and there was the hairy beast! People, this is why I procrastinate. Nothing good comes from doing chores.
"GET OUT!" I yelled. No response.
Made a quick call to brave husband asking him how to KILL the tarantula. He said, "Don't kill it. Wait till I get home so we can play with it."
Did he just meet me? Never in our 12 years of marriage have I ever wanted to play with tarantulas. I feel the same about not wanting my offspring to either. Dead spiders in glass jars are fine to look at, but to play with? Seriously.
After my brief period of indignation, I made my second call to Shelley because she just experienced this same thing. Her tip was to put a glass bowl over it and let the kids look at it. Hmmm. This presents a problem since I poked at it and it crawled up the wall by the front door. I am sure the neighbors thought I was getting murdered based on my screams (although no one rushed out of their houses to save me.)
Shelley also mentioned that we were having a tarantula migration this season. This is not good news. That means we can expect to see more.
Currently I am blogging 12 feet away from the hairy and all I can think about is how it will DIE. Instead of taking action, I am cooling my jets until Skip can home so we can all PLAY with it.
Over my dead body!
Update:
Skip finally came home and inspected our intruder. He informed me that it wasn't a tarantula but a wolf spider. Rendering him at a complete loss as to how to handle the situation. He was, however, very helpful in maintaining my level of anxiety by yelling "BOO!" repeatedly. He is a funny, funny man! But in the end, victory was ours.
Trust me this thing was huge and hairy. The scale of this picture doesn't do it justice. It warranted 2 frantic phone calls and lots of jumping and screaming. The children are safe and secure outside the KILL zone! I am happy to say that Skip really wasn't in the mood to play with big hairy spider. He kept saying that it was the biggest he had ever seen. Needless to say, the children are safe. 
The murder weapon.
You are not so scary anymore, MR. DEAD SPIDER! Ha! You messed with the wrong house.
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