You bit a man! On the football pitch! Oy.
In other news, I have signed on, along with the rest of the world, for NaBloPoMo. Which is ironic since (it’s also ironic that I first typoed ’since’ to read ‘wince’) I am totally not doing my rewrite for workshop tonight. It wasn’t coming together right, and, well, I didn’t feel like busting my ass to force it. I did scrub my walls and shower instead, so it isn’t like I spent *all* day doing crosswords and watching decorating shows.
I also had the dubious distinction of receiving a photo of my great-aunt’s brown recluse bite, and it’s really gross. I’m a pretty big spider so I’m having a bit of difficulty coming to grips with the whole flesh-eating wound thing. The upside is that none of our arachid friends are brown recluses, even though I almost break my shit running every time Luce tells me she’s found one. We did get to watch a teeny garden spider wrapping up a ladybug behind the toy toolbench today, which was rather cool. Lesson number one: any spider catching food in a web is not a brown recluse. We have another between the tv cabinet and granite tops who is taking care of our ant problem. We’ve named him Donovan and I’d rather like to give him a parade for dealing with the ants. How those fuckers got in is beyond me, but they have some weird tunnel between the foyer and C’s bathroom where they carry crumbs through the caulk and leave them in a tidy little pile. It really freaked me out the first time I went in to clean and tried to figure out why my husband was eating crackers on the john.
See, isn’t that more fun than a rewrite? Really, we’re not slovenly, it’s just Lucy really likes bugs. Plus spiders are totally cool.
I’ve never heard of the Blog month. Think I’ll give it a try. Thanks for the heads up.
We LOVE LOVE LOVE spiders. Between them and the wasps, the mosquito’s don’t stand a chance.
Ok, I do NOT love the hairy giant ones viv likes to look at online, but still….
I even love the giant hairy ones
I had one as a pet for several years and s/he was absolutely fascinating. As soon as Lucy is old enough I want to get another one. Total low maintenance pet–pick up a couple of crickets, stick a wet cotton ball in the tank, and let ‘em be. Moulting time is sort of icky though since you have to get the old skin out of the tank. Handling them is risky since they break if they fall and they aren’t the brightest critters, so you just kind of watch them. Plus I hate crickets and get a perverse thrill out of their demise
The wasps I’m not so fond of. We have a tenuous agreement that they can hang out as long as they don’t re-nest on our balcony (how do you get those freaking nests down?)
No skeeters, though.