||[May. 19th, 2007|12:01 am]
|[||my toes feel...
|||||They Might Be Giants||]|
a yellow submarine.
Hot damn, I want a yellow submarine...
and a Brown Recluse.
or a Black Widow works just as fine.
Growing up, I had Chelly, the Orange Garden Spider that lived in the bushes in the backyard. She made cool webs. Then one day she had a couple of egg sacs and died like a nurturing mother spider she was.
Then there was Bernadette, the lovely black widow spider that lived in the window sill above my shower. We got along well for the most part, except for the occasional times when I turned around and she would be dangling right in front of my nose when I was all soapy and nekkid. I know she was just trying to be friendly (or eat me), but really now, you shouldn't sneak up on people like that. She disappeared one day...I believe one of my sisters finally murdered the fine lady.
There was a hobo spider in the garage today. I am not a fan in capturing the little buggers, as the majority of the times they commit suicide. And my mother refused to let Heterodyne (the spider's temporary name) to hang out in the garage. I ended up releasing him the backyard, in hopes he would make himself a nice viewable home. The bastard took off and I never saw him again. Very short term relationship. But for the better. Hobo spiders aren't that interesting. They are mainly ground dwellers, they have a good bite, but not deadly enough to rot away flesh and appendages, and they mainly sulk.
I want a brown recluse. I'll probably have to go down south to find a brown recluse buddy, though. =(.