habitat
Monday, August 31, 2009 at 4:39AM Saturday morning I had a list of little things I was going to get done. "Breakfast" was the first one. I was working merrily on that when FB told me he had only one thing on his list. And that furthermore, my list of little things could just go out the window because what's on his list is on my list, and so on.
Well, fine. I'm always up for a little demolition, at any rate. Saturday it was the front steps. He went to get the boards, I went to get a hammer. I did this:
And found this:
In case you don't understand, let me turn that over for you:
Did you just get the cold shivery willies? Because I sure did. She wasn't the only one under there, either. Nor, as you can see, the only generation under there.
Father Bird says, "They're so pretty."
Yes, I suppose in some sort of macabre way, they are. I just looked up "macabre" to make sure that was the right word for this particular instance, and the dictionary says, "of or suggestive of the allegorical dance of death." Precisely. There were a lot of little bare feet running around that I was more concerned about than gawking at pretty spiders that can kill you.
I kept mentioning this minor fact to Father Bird. I mentioned it so many times, apparently, that the macho man/wussy woman thing kicked in and he stomped in there to do the job.
That would be my husband standing in our black widow habitat. Please note here that for three-plus years the black widows have left us absolutely alone as we've gone stomping up and down above their heads. Just to tempt fate, though, we decided to rip off their roof and stick our feet in.
Are you having breathing problems yet? Nausea? Because that's what would happen if you, say, were bitten by a fat black widow you happened to find under your front porch steps. Besides, he's a guy, and you know how these ladies feel about fellas. This is a girls' dorm, buddy.
We had help with the work:
And with the cleanup:
And at last we breathed a sigh when the ceiling was back on the habitat.
Oh. And we have a pretty nice set of steps now, too.
Reader Comments (1)
Mom showed me these pictures and I about died. She said y'all were sitting on said steps some 5 days prior. That's crazy. Sidenote: Gabe's cute as he can be...and big! But I haven't seen him since Will's wedding, so that's not saying much.