Scourge of the Universe
Good morning to everyone. I hope that everyone's Labor Day holiday was pleasant and fulfilling.
I have to tell you all that my DH has moved me to a land where the scourge of the earth lives in A B U N D A N C E...!!!!!!!
Yesterday, I decided that it was cool enough and shady enough for my medicated skin to take a trip outside and mow the lawn. Yippee!! Really!!! I love to mow the grass. It's simple, doesn't require much thought and no one is yelling MOM in your ear at 100 decibels all the time.
However.......and that word is key to this story......little did I know that my usually pleasant task was going to turn into H E double hockey sticks.
I despise, loath, hate, just every negative word you can think of.... spiders. I consider them to be the scourge of the earth. Our property is beautifully wooded and just gorgeous. Yeah, and full of banana spiders.''
How much fun would it be to sit back and watch me mow grass under the trees constantly shrieking at the top of my lungs because I'm afraid that the spider web I have just ran into has a banana spider in it and that the aforementioned creature is on me somewhere crawling. Just waiting to get it's fangs into my flesh and cause me all kinds of untold misery. It's not a pretty sight. It's hilarious, but not pretty.
I called my pest control people and asked them if the spider was poisonous and they said No, but they can bite and they will make you hurt yourself trying to get away from them. Yeah, hallalujer on that one, good buddy.
So today, my throat is sore from all the hollering I did and my kids are convinced that mom has something really wrong with her mind.