It doesn't really matter what's coming in today's mail - acceptances or rejection letters - when this is in there waiting. I did try to coax him out, but to no avail. He's obviously waiting for some important letter. I could spray him with insect killer but somehow I don't have the heart. So my husband can get him out for me. (You thought I was going to put my hand anywhere near that?)
Friday, February 01, 2008
Mailbox Problem
It doesn't really matter what's coming in today's mail - acceptances or rejection letters - when this is in there waiting. I did try to coax him out, but to no avail. He's obviously waiting for some important letter. I could spray him with insect killer but somehow I don't have the heart. So my husband can get him out for me. (You thought I was going to put my hand anywhere near that?)
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Yowza! Is that really as big as it looks?
There is an example of one of the benefits of living in a colder climate, all our insect critters die off every winter, so they don't grow that big. 10 degrees today, but no spiders. :-)
Unfortunately, yes. It's scrunched into the corner at the moment, but when it's out, it's about3 inches across, toe to toe (if spiders have toes).
It's a huntsman, and they don't build webs. They live usually in trees between the bark and the trunk. They're very good at flattening themselves and sliding through tiny gaps. Why do I know all this? I got obsessed with finding out why the heck they kept coming into my house!
At least this one is outside. Enjoying the 80 degrees.
Good grief, Sherryl! I'm glad you didn't stick your hand in there without checking! I probably would have. Want to trade your hairy spider for a nice big Texas scorpion?
No, thanks! And I have to apologise to the spider - he was a she, complete with some eggs in the other corner. All gone now.
And I do mean gone!
Give me that spider over a bad review any day! Sherryl, I love your blog. It's upbeat and it's got soul. I bet kids must love you when you visit their school. Well done. If you're ever in the West, give me a call.
Thanks, Glyn. Great to know I have another reader! Hope your new book is doing well.
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