May 30, 2006 - Posted by Bobby - No Comments »
So yesterday, while I was inside bitching about not being on the boat and instead having to finish up some remaining remodeling tasks, I hear a ear shattering scream from Wendi on the back patio. Now those who know Wendi realize that this scream could indicate several things. An attack from aliens, someone yelling ‘boo’ behind her, or she may have just dropped her ice cream on the ground. All those possibilities aside, I strolled to the back window to look outside. Wendi is sitting on the back patio table staring at the ground and still making little mini screaming sounds under her breath…In my supportive ways I calmly said, “Now what the hell is wrong?”
She pointed to the rug she had just lifted from the back patio and my eyes lit up with the excitement from that inner 6 year old crazy boy inside:
That’s right, a GINORMOUS hairy ass wolf spider the size of god’s middle finger. I gave it a photo shoot any Victoria’s Secret model would be envious of, then I may have killed him…on accident of course.