Well, seeing as the country living is coming to an end at the end of July, I should amuse you with the stories while I can.

I caught a spider this morning and it made me think of Hed (I think of her because she was the one who told me the difference between brown recluse and garden spiders making her the spider expert, whether she likes it or not). The spiders move too fast for me to get out my camera and take a picture of them. This one had a tiny little body but long spiney legs. A daddy long legs to be exact, but I just don’t remember them being so spiney when I was a kid… anway. I woke up and it was on the very bottom right hand corner of my bedspread. I went to pick him up by one of this legs and carry him outside, but he fell under my bed. All I kept thinking about was how he could have been crawling all over me all night long! Ewwww… (this is the part where being insensitive to earthquakes comes in… apparently I am insensitive to crawly things crawling on me…) . I finally caught him by smashing one of his legs (I know… I am totally not humane, my theory is that if I can’t humanely catch them on the first try, they must have a death wish). Then he was engulfed in a case of tissue and squished before placing him into his casket along with the other trash.

And that my friends, was the death of the spider. Winemonkey used to call me his bug assassin. But he called me it in spanish.

p.s. If you don’t like spiders I recommend NEVER doing a google image search for spiders.

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