Post by mrsphyllistorgo on Aug 16, 2009 11:58:31 GMT -5
My husband recently told me of an adventure that one of his co-workers had. She had just moved into a new rental, and one entire wall was covered with ivy. A lot of it was dead and straggly, and she thought there might be mice living in it, so she proceeded to rip it down.
There was a lot of rustling and little greyish bodies started running around, so she thought "uh-oh, here come the mice", but it was not mice, ladies and gentlemen.
It was wolf spiders. Hundreds of them. They came running out and spreading across the yard, and she was directly in their path!
Now clearly, the only real thing to do--nay, the only SANE thing to do--would be to burn the house to the ground and flee to Antartica, where you would be discovered perched in the middle of a room on a high stool, feet tucked up, wrapped in thick blankets, and rocking back and forth as you chanted in a harsh, rasping whisper "...the eyes...the legs... the fangs... the EYES!!"
Hyla apparently works with insane people, though, since his co worker is still living happily in the rental filled with fangy, pouncy WOLF SPIDERS. I, however, am not insane, and I'm sure all of you are of sound mind, so what would it take for you to say "screw the lease, I'm outta here!"
SPIDERS!
There was a lot of rustling and little greyish bodies started running around, so she thought "uh-oh, here come the mice", but it was not mice, ladies and gentlemen.
It was wolf spiders. Hundreds of them. They came running out and spreading across the yard, and she was directly in their path!
Now clearly, the only real thing to do--nay, the only SANE thing to do--would be to burn the house to the ground and flee to Antartica, where you would be discovered perched in the middle of a room on a high stool, feet tucked up, wrapped in thick blankets, and rocking back and forth as you chanted in a harsh, rasping whisper "...the eyes...the legs... the fangs... the EYES!!"
Hyla apparently works with insane people, though, since his co worker is still living happily in the rental filled with fangy, pouncy WOLF SPIDERS. I, however, am not insane, and I'm sure all of you are of sound mind, so what would it take for you to say "screw the lease, I'm outta here!"
SPIDERS!
