No, of course not. We don't have itsy-bitsy spiders here, we have tarantulas. Literally. And that's exactly what I found on the floor when I walked into the garage this morning: one huge black tarantula. Oh goodie.
Thankfully, my husband was home, and he was right in the kitchen, so I called out across the breezeway and asked him to come outside and take care of our visitor. My husband managed to capture the tarantula in a plastic container which had a lid. I don't know where he brought it.... out back by the barn, probably. And I hope he tossed the tarantula out into the field so it would crawl off away from the house, not towards the house. Just what I don't need is a tarantula who is able to find his way back into the garage.
That's one of my (many) fears out here... finding something crawling inside my car when I get into it. With the black interior of my car, I'd have a hard time seeing a fuzzy black tarantula or a dark brown snake in that car. How would that be on a tombstone: "Death occurred when driver was surprised by an unknown visitor in her vehicle."
Give me a blessed break. But on the bright side... the sunflowers that have popped up in the backyard are just gloriously beautiful, and the Orange Cat (still here, of course) has been learning some good manners. And today is a beautiful day. So there. I guess that's something.
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