This is the back of my house. Behind my house is a forest of sorts with a stream running through it. We’ve heard raccoons getting it on, owls hooting it up and lots of frogs. We’ve seen fireflies, blue herons, hawks, possums and so many bunnies we started telling Addie they were her pets.
An she believed us.
Tthe other night I heard desperate squeals from the dark in the back so I looked out to see what the problem was.
The problem was my husband.
He was rendered helpless because (in his mind) the back of our house looked like this.
I kill the spiders in our relationship.
However, as much as I hate to admit this, spider kong did kind of shock me.
SPIDERS SHOULDN’T HAVE GLOWING EYES! (nor should they ever be bigger than a fingernail.)
That kind of crap should be reserved for nightmares.
In total I nailed about seven spider kongs with a rolled up issue of Golf Digest while Cody hid safely inside with his skirt.
My sister catches and releases spiders.
If we played that game out here? The spiders would win.
I’m bigger for a reason.