Is it a tarantula? Hell, I don't know - but it was big enough to be one and when the Mr. sprayed it, it charged us. However, the next photo ...
well, this next photo is the last one that spider will ever pose for.
Then, about a week later, I spotted this black widow sunning itself in its haphazard web. Again, right outside the front door. And like the other 8-legged intruder, it was this spider's last photo shoot.
I hate spiders.
But this is where I now call home.
For how long?
Who knows.

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* Whoo-Hoo stumbles in with a shitload of gifts, baloons and a portable bar on wheels brings up the rear.
WELCOME BACK!
Okay that was weird. It identified me from a family blog no family ever visited. I deleted it. My dad felt weird about his name associated on the internet. I don't know why, He plasters his name all over the internet in geneology. This seems less information about him to me. Anyway here's where you can find me.
yuk...run away!!
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