I smacked the spider, that sat down beside her.
the wild and wooly, black and fuzzy, evil looking spider the size of a
I Did not call Bob The Spider Killer but I did it myself.
How can myself be So smart So Stupid?
The murder occurred at bedtime, and I sprayed the bathroom corners with peppermint spray. Spiders hate peppermint. So do my sinus cavities. I had to close the bathroom door in order to sleep through the night.
So Smart So stupid. Bob is to..... We have lizards, thousands of lizards in our yard. The Big Guy is what we call the one that lives under the broom, that stands over our outside fake croc shoes. The Big Guy is so named because he is about 6 inches long from nose to tail.
Bob left the yard, feet ensconced in fake crocs, to carry limbs out to the road. On the way back he thought, my foot must be swollen, my right shoe is to tight. He stops, kicks off the fake crocs and looks at his foot, which is not swollen at all. The Big Guy that lives under the broom, that leans on the wall, over the shoe, was IN the shoe when he put it on and The Big Guy rode inside the shoe out to the road. Bob had no idea. The Big Guy survived but no longer lives in the back yard under the broom, but in the front yard under who knows what.
I can tell you I would feel a lizard in my shoe... and guarantee you would hear the scream where ever you are in this wide world.