“House arrest” isn’t a good place for me to be….I don’t have my right hand but I do have my left and too much time to get into trouble. The pantry has been screaming at me for a little (lot) of attention for some time now and my incarceration due to surgery has given me the perfect opportunity to exercise the muscles in my left arm and do some very necessary and very overdue major re organization ! Sadly, moving “stuff” that hasn’t moved in a while apparently has consequences and I’m pretty sure Greg heard my reaction from down at the barn. An inoffensive jar of peanut butter loitering on a shelf had to be relocated and I hardly expected to discover that my pantry was somehow home to THE biggest nastiest fattest long legged spider I had ever seen ! There it was, big bulbous black body, I could see hairy jaws, eight eyes, fuzzy legs…..horrible, quivering, fuzzy, long legs, all eight of them and it was AWFUL !!!! I can deal with mice, I tolerate rats, frogs and other nasties BUT arachnophobia is an understatement to my reaction to my uninvited and very unwelcome lodger…!!! I spent the morning sharing my kitchen with Simon the obese spider, I hesitate to question just what he had been snacking on in my pantry to be so big….. he was big enough to eat my dog ! What exactly was lurking behind the ketchup ? Did he have relatives ? I now have a hand that looks like it was dressed for an Egyptian mummy and PTSD. Greg you are my hero…..and PEDA, I’m sorry it was him or me.
Got to go, it looks like the sun is coming out and it would be ungrateful to ignore it !
Take care, keep safe, M