Monthly Archive for May, 2005

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Caught in your web, Return of the Spider.

So not so long ago, I had a GIANT spider web in my car. When I told my roommate about it, he wanted to make sure it wasn’t a black widow. You know, one of the common poisonous spiders in CA. He checked the car and felt the web and assured me it wasn’t a black widow. So I felt safe and didn’t worry about it any more.

Yesterday morning I found the culprit. I was driving down my street and when I came to the stop sign, I looked out my windshield (as is appropriate when looking for traffic). And there, on my dash mat, is a BIG BROWN HAIRY SPIDER. Much like the one that was on the outside of my sister’s car (see linked entry). But this one was INSIDE my car. His body was about the size of a quarter and with his legs he spanned about the circumference of a silver dollar. He was pretty big. So I pull over. And as soon as I throw my parking brake on, he crawls down into my defroster vent. So I think, “Alright. You can’t get to him now. Just get a move on or you are going to be late.”

So I start driving and I start getting creeped out because I know that he is in my car. So I turn on the defrosters, set it to the coldest temperature I can, and begin blasting the AC. I think this is a smart thing to do. I will freeze that little bastard out of the dashboard.

And you know what, my idea worked. After about two minutes, up crawls this eight-legged freak. And I pick up a napkin, while driving, and try to grab him. I don’t want to smash him because he is huge and I don’t want to have to clean spider-innards off of my dashboard cover. Not only that, but he has survived long enough to get that big and it seems a shame to kill him. But on the first grab, I didn’t grab him hard enough and I only shave off some of his hair on his body. So I grab again, this time accidentally smashing some legs. But on the third grab, I get him and I open the napkin up out the window and I assume he lands outside my car on the road.

But then I realize that I might not have had my hand far enough out the window during the release and that there was a possibility that the wounded spider was in my backseat. So now I have to pull over and check because the only thing worse than freezing a spider out of your dashboard is to then subsequently be attacked from behind by the same spider. I checked and I didn’t see him, so hopefully the release was successful and he isn’t hiding under my driver’s seat plotting his attack.

I am under the impression that it was a wolf spider. But can anyone tell me how to distinguish between a brown wolf spider and a brown recluse spider? Because I heard those are NASTY and I don’t want to accidentally mistake a deadly spider for a non-deadly one.

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Will some one please claw my eyes out?

This is my first year to ever have to deal with allergies. And I swear to you that my eyes are like little fires. I look like I have been crying even though I have managed to control my over-active tear ducts, thank you very much. The sneezing is cataclysmic. I could probably launch snot about 30 feet from me, if I wasn’t covering half of my face with industrial strength tissue.

Basically it is the sneezing and the itchy eyes, ears, and throat that are killing me. Apparently 24 hour Claritin is not enough to kick this histamine crap.

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And the winner is…

Hairy McPoopyButt. I don’t know where he came up with the nickname, but on Sunday night, that was all Winemonkey would call me. When he woke up on Monday morning, he had to stop and think about it for a minute, but then he remembered and called me Hairy McPoopyButt one last time before going to work.

And that, my internet friends, is why I love him.

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Travel Journal: Sicily, February, 2005, part 3

I am finally in Sicily. This woman came up to me at the airport while I was waiting for my luggage to come in and she asked where my trip started. Then she told me that my luggage was on the other side and she described my bag. I said, “I don’t stick out, now do I?” There were at least 5 other people waiting for baggage on the domestic side. Anyway. It was funny to me.

Des and Blake fullfilled almost ALL of my culinary prerequisits in one night. We were going to go to Chinese food at the restaurant that had an aquarium in the floor, but it was closed. So we went to this pizzaria. I had Sicilian pizza, with red wine, and tiramisu. Before that we had gelato. YUMMY FANTASTIC GELATO. And we bought candy on the street. I don’t know any italian. I can ask how much things are, but then I have no idea what they are saying to me after I ask. And I know how to ask for a check.

And food here. CHEAP! My pizza cost 3 euros. For a pizza that I couldn’t finish. And I keep forgetting to take pictures of the food until after I have eaten most of it. Hopefully I will get into the practice soon. =)

I am SOOOO glad that I am here, but I think that I am about ready for bed.

~Michelle.

And I had two cups of espresso. Yeah. HYPER.

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Travel Journal: Sicily, February, 2005, part 2

In Rome. Finally.

Well, I am in Rome. Finally. They have free inernet here (total
surprise), but some of the keys stick and I hurt my pinky so typing is
a little difficult. I have about 2 hours before I board my flight to
Sicily, but I have no idea where the gate is. :-)

While sitting at SFO, I managed to fnish TWO scarves, and thank god
because it was cold and raining in Amsterdam. My flight from Amstrdam
to Rome was beautiful. The clouds cleared a little and I got to see
the Alps. The turbulence got bad in the middle of the flight (so bad
that I was bouncing out of my seat), but it was worth it to see the
italian country-side before landing at the airport. I am feeling much
better about this trip. I think all of the initial worry was really
just a preminition of Friday’s and Saturday’s events. There were lots
of people at the hotel last night who were coming from different
places, but ran into similar problems. I am just glad that I packed
two days’ worth of clothes in my carry-on.

Anyway – so far, so good. I will let you all know when I get to
Sicily. They changed my flight again, for the third time, so I am
pretty sure my luggage isn’t going to make it. But isn’t that my life
story?

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Washing glassware. In ACID.

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