Brooke here. Let’s play a quick little game! What is the worst short phrase you can think of to describe finding a black widow? I’m off to go freak out, and then maybe I’ll spend the afternoon burning down my backyard. p.s.: I cannot believe I have needed to use the black widow tag in […]
Brooke here. Back from traveling, maintenance and home posts resume. Me (on phone with my mom): Stuff stuff stuff stuff chitter chatter stuff. Mom: Stuff stuff chitter chatter stuff stuff. Me: Oh. Hm. Just fished a black widow out of the pool. Mom: What? Me: Yeah, it’s almost dead. I’ll just dump it in the […]
Brooke here. The general consensus is that I have killed a black widow with my mighty shoulder. I was filling in the last two stairs with gravel, and I happened to look down at the bag I had just moved from Point A to Point B. It was… yes. That. I called Brown and left […]
Flying by night 