Arachnaphobia

So I don’t just cook.  Surprising, right?  I also do biology stuff, some of which involves frolicking running about in the great outdoors.  I think I’m a pretty critter friendly kind of gal.

I’ve rescued baby birds and squirrels, and even rats.  Rescued a few grown squirrels, too (from the cats).  Word to the wise, they bite like, well…rodents.  A can/squirrel grabber or thick gloves can be very handy in these situations.

Kitchen Kat is not the culprit in that story.  He is definitely indoor only kitteh material.  Like, afraid to stick more than his head out the door!  The kitchen is a good place for him 🙂

I really don’t even mind insects.  But spiders…. we’re talking a whole different ballgame here, kids.

I think I was initially warped by that whole Little Miss Muffett thing.  Then I found out what curds and whey are, and was further warped.

When I was a kid, we lived out in the country.  In the woods, by the bayou.  Sound familiar?  And yes, this is the place I’m actually planning on building our palace on the bayou!

One memorable night, a spider crawled out of my hair onto my face while I was trying to get to sleep.  This was the first infringement of my personal space by the aforementioned beasties.  Needless to say, Mom and Dad were not amused by the bloodcurdling screams issuing from my bedroom after lights out.  Especially after they saw the tiny culprit on my bed.  Sensibly, I had abandoned said bed and was clinging halfway up the built-in bookcases on the other side of the room.

There were always the banana spiders.  At least, that’s what we called them.  Big, but at least they mostly stayed in the trees.

Unless you weren’t watching where you were going and walked into a web.  That story ends up with a GIGANTIQUE spider plastered across your face.  😦

Then there was the night of the tarantula.  Now, there are tarantulas that live in the woods out there.  Large wolf spiders are much more common, but the occasional tarantula happens.  When I saw the tarantula in my bedroom, I ran into the other room to get my Dad, as there was no way in Hell I was getting close enough to combat the huge thing.

Guess what?

I never slept in that room again.

I suppose I should be thankful that we of the Western Hemisphere do not have any species of spider that eagerly looks to take on a human.  And wins.

I hear stories from Australia that make my toes curl.

Meet the Sidney Funnel Web spider.  With inch long fangs that will pierce LEATHER.

Those inch long fangs dripping venom make a tarantula look friendly.  Almost cuddly.

Remember that trip of a lifetime to Australia that you always wanted to take BEFORE you learned that almost all of the wildlife, terrestrial, aquatic, and marine, as well as the plants, were just waiting for their window of opportunity to kill your goofy butt for invading their territory?

Don’t know about you, but I’ll be going to New Zealand.  I like sheep.  Sheep are just fine. As a bonus, they only have 4 legs!

Even when they insist on nibbling at my clothing.

Jackets are replaceable.  😛

Another week…

Last week, I had the pleasure of visiting with my good friend Aggie, as well as an opportunity to meet The Queen.  Thank you, rain!

This week, it’s back to work.  Sadly, not much in the kitchen, but instead a resumption of the tree battle.  Looks like we’re winning, it’s just one of those long, drawn-out affairs!

Yesterday, we actually bought a trailer to haul brush.  I feel like an honest to goodness Texan now.  I own a trailer.

We had borrowed one from Hubby’s friend.  Twice.  But the brush just keeps coming!  And though it was awfully nice and thoughtful of said friend to let us borrow his trailer, he’d like to use it also!  Go figure.

Plus, I was starting to get pretty tired of piling up the brush and small trees, then days later, moving them onto the trailer for disposal.  Seems like picking up a stick ONE time would be sufficient.  Especially when there are a LOT of sticks!  And trees.

Anyhow, I realize in my zeal to get the trailer, requiring a drive out to New Caney ( small town on the NE side of Houston ), I failed to post anything for Caturday, my favorite day of the week.

I contemplated this morning combining the words ‘cat’ and ‘Sunday’, and quickly discarded the notion.  I’ll let your minds stray about on that one.   😛

Instead, here is a late Caturday posting, with exciting pics of big pine trees being chain sawed to follow tomorrow!

Hope your Sunday is majestic!