You all know I love to garden. Minutes ago, I was picking up my little packets of seed that were blown onto the ground and put them into my big manila envelope when Isabel said, “Mom, there is a spider on there.” It took a few times of her saying this for the comment to soak in, when I finally turned the envelope over and there it was, a black widow. Ack! I threw it onto the ground and told Isabel about the evil spiders while Daddy found a jar to examine it. After some research he found it to be true, an immature female black widow.
Well, how am I supposed to garden now? I HATE spiders. Boo. Hoo. Hoo.