John is going to Puerto Rico for work tomorrow. I'm not coming along, even though I hinted that I would like to. ("Please, please take me with you", wasn't clear enough, I guess.) Instead of pouting, uselessly, I put that energy into getting some more Christmas dishes out of the garage. And that's where I found this lady. Now I have always agreed with my mother about spiders, most of them are good to have around. She talks about the one on her lemon tree as being the Co-Gardner, keeping it organic by eating all the bugs, so she doesn't have to spray. I have left the few small spiders who built webs by my front door alone, since I have found them catching all those nasty pests before they get into the flour. But I had noticed that there were no more of those small house spiders in the garage, I should have remembered that, other than spray, there is only one other thing that eradicates all those small spiders - a big, Black Widow Spider. I'm no stranger to the Black Widow. When I lived in Southern California, (before I turned 15), it was my job to get rid of them. But after I spent decades in Seattle, where Black Widows don't live, I seem to have gotten a little rusty on proper technique. I thought it was dead when I took a pencil and rolled it into this ziploc bag. WRONG! And I was only putting it in the bag because my friend Carol said that the Apartment Managers might not believe me about the problem if I didn't take this "dead" spider over to show them. (Perhaps in a bag? Really?)
Warning to anyone who hates spiders - don't look any further down this page.