OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!
Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2011 5:10 pm
As is my routine, I am in and out of the trailer all day long...read outside, come inside and do something constructive, go out again to read, come inside to potty....never once concerned of what may await me on my patioette. I believe a picture is worth a thousand words, I for one was speechless!
Just right there on the mat was my little furry buddie. I dreaded the day one would show up, knowing it was a likely eventuality. I knew I had to "relocate" him as he was not welcome in my camp.
I quickly devised a plan. Not knowing how quickly they move when they want to I had to test that. So, I lifted my bed to get my fishing pole out from storage there. I slid the screen door panel to the side and touched him with the fishing pole...up go the fangs and front legs...really very cool. He was sluggish and slow. Knowing he was slow I went out the other door (bedroom) to the truck and got my art supply tote and brought it back to the living room and emptied it. By now Mr. T was ever so slowly heading east...I place the tipped tote in front of him and nudged him in there. Alas, down goes the cover and I walked him far away from my camp and released him. off he went to do what it is tarantulas do.
Needless to say, I have the willy willies....as we used to say when I was a child. I have no fear of snakes, or most any bug....but spiders are the culprit..I wish I could overcome that, but just can't.
I became somewhat attached to Mr. T. as he is so large it isn't quite the same. and he is so vulnerable I felt a responsibility to be gentle. What a kick....
I am dreading my laundry basket as it is just about time to head down to the laundromat and I plan to don some gloves before "goin in"
Some pretty shots of textures on my drive yesterday
The Promise After the Rain
Just right there on the mat was my little furry buddie. I dreaded the day one would show up, knowing it was a likely eventuality. I knew I had to "relocate" him as he was not welcome in my camp.
I quickly devised a plan. Not knowing how quickly they move when they want to I had to test that. So, I lifted my bed to get my fishing pole out from storage there. I slid the screen door panel to the side and touched him with the fishing pole...up go the fangs and front legs...really very cool. He was sluggish and slow. Knowing he was slow I went out the other door (bedroom) to the truck and got my art supply tote and brought it back to the living room and emptied it. By now Mr. T was ever so slowly heading east...I place the tipped tote in front of him and nudged him in there. Alas, down goes the cover and I walked him far away from my camp and released him. off he went to do what it is tarantulas do.
Needless to say, I have the willy willies....as we used to say when I was a child. I have no fear of snakes, or most any bug....but spiders are the culprit..I wish I could overcome that, but just can't.
I became somewhat attached to Mr. T. as he is so large it isn't quite the same. and he is so vulnerable I felt a responsibility to be gentle. What a kick....
I am dreading my laundry basket as it is just about time to head down to the laundromat and I plan to don some gloves before "goin in"
Some pretty shots of textures on my drive yesterday
The Promise After the Rain