As many of you know, I HATE SPIDERS. They give me the creeps. So you can imagine how I felt when I saw my kids washing their hands. I asked them, "Why are you washing your hands?" They replied, "Because we touched a spider." I quickly replied, "Where is the spider?"
My heart was filling with fear and dread. "It's O.K., MOM, the spider is outside." The next thing I know they have me by the hand and they are asking me to come look. I don't want to look. Spiders give me the creeps remember. But I went and looked anyway. Simply because we have had a small problem with black widows around here and I was hoping that it wasn't one of those. It was a HUGE wolf spider. These suckers are so scary looking. And they can be pretty aggressive. Hubby informs me that these spiders will not harm you and that they eat mosquitoes, which is a good thing, since we don't want malaria or heart worms. But I still don't want them close to me. In my opinion, a good spider is a dead spider. (but preferably not dead and framed and hanging in my bathroom as wall art.) Anyway, this is the spider the boys touched. They thought it was pretty. OMG, they are so not related to me. They will freak out over a grand daddy long leg, but they think this monster is pretty? Something is seriously wrong with these two freaks. Do you think it could be because I'm their mother?
