I moved a twisted, decorative log aside so I could weed properly around the base of a small bush. I glanced over to find that a huge, fat, thick and hairy, black-spotted spider had crawled from her hole-in-the-log and was screaming obscenities at me. I think she was getting ready to jump on me and beat the crap out of me.
There is room for all of us in the garden.
Hmph…
Great personification, mama!
What are you? An English teacher? :)
Spiders are gross. I had a HUGE one sitting by my arm today at work…I almost screamed, who knows how long it was sitting there?!?! I have been feeling spiders crawling all over me the entire day.
They are after us for some reason.
I was getting ready to brush my teeth yesterday and a spider was on my toothbrush! Ew! Sick it….can you imagine….don’t!!!! It must have been spider day.
Charlotte would have been dead.
I’m with Audrey.
It reminds me of the Charlie Brown cartoon where Linus goes outside and immediately comes back in and Lucy asks him why he’s back? He replies, “There was a big, fat catapiller crawling toward me on the sidewalk, so I decided to come back in.”
This reminds me of when Audrey was little. We were in another room and she let out a blood curdling scream like that of a horror movie. We came running and she screams at us that there was a HUGH spider in her bed. I started looking for turantula and found a spider about the size of a dime.
Try a 50-cent piece!!!!!!! Maybe a dime…I don’t know.