> John and I were watching the debate last night and something caught John’s attention out of the corner of his eye. Next thing I hear “Holy sh*t!” and John jumping off the couch. Seems a little tarantula had joined us to watch the debate. John scooped it into a bucket and brought it back outside.
It’s one thing I have had to get used to out here. The deer eating plants I can handle. But finding scorpions and tarantulas inside your house is another level. And they’re not all babies.
The scorpions I heave learned to deal with calmly, simply grabbing a bottle of Clorox spray cleaner and giving them a spritz. They curl up and die within seconds. Don’t give me any crap about it either. I’m an insect wimp and there will be no samaritan-carrying-bug-outside-for-good-of-mankind action if I have to do it.
But those spiders? No way, Not even in my ballpark. I think I even signed a pre-nup that stipulated “Spouse will not expect Bonnie to touch, rescue or squish any spider. All responsibility for such actions shall remain completely with the spouse. “