Now I don't know about you guys, but I grew up with a house full of boys. Growing up with boys does toughen you up to a degree but let a brother find your weakness and they show no mercy. In West Virginia we had a variety of fat hairy bloated monstrosities that we call the wolf spider. This putrid waste of airspace would carry its foul spawn on her back, I guess to teach them the ins and outs of terrifying impressionable and sensitive girls (like myself). My brothers would take these demons of hell and put them in a jar and proceed to chase me around the yard.. Do you know what happens when you put a mother wolf spider in a jar and begin shaking it as you run.
A million tiny terrors swarm all over the sides and yes, unearthly screaming and the dogs begin to bark from the high pitch squealing within a 5 mile radius.
Needless to say I was less than happy with the following yard artist.
Matt of Pass Along Plants comments and submits:
Arachnophobia or A Bug's Life? And who can tell what that is on the porch - a robot riding a snail?
This is what happens when you do not have a regular contract with an exterminator:
How many poodles are missing in this neighborhood?
I have always found public displays of affection a bit awkward.
If you haven't seen a fire ant, well here it is: the more you know
Bathsheba, the poodle eater of Cherry Lane
- Random guy having relations with a caterpillar: 1 point
- Giant Red Ant: 1 point
- The giant orange thing that thankfully does not live next door to me: 1 point
For the creepy horror of Cherry Lane: 3 points
Total: 6 points
I'm typing this without actually looking at my screen: (you cannot imagine how I suffered to find this for you)