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[summer_sparrow]

So. There are black widows- three that we found (and killed)- in the hay.

Guess what very-very-slightly-less-arachnaphobic-than-her-father girl found them- and then got to help pull off the tarps and feed the horses? *strained smile*

Mom: *watching me pull my sleeves down before taking the flake from her* *exasperated* I inspected it. It's fine.
Me: ...right. *gingerly takes hay and runs as fast as possible to the pen*


Ohgodsquickickyuck. I loathe spiders. Especially poisonous ones. If it's something I know for a fact won't harm me- wolf spiders, say- I'm okay...creeped out, but I'll make an effort to get it outside instead of simply shrieking and squishing it.

But. I need a shower. And to brush my hair. Again. I hate spiders. So, so much.

*shudders* Black widows in the hay I've sat on, fed to the horses, leaned against, etc...

I'm going to die from fear. *curls up*


I hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate spiders.



P.S. This was going to be a lengthy introspective post about careers, school, money, and pirates. But then- spiders. Oy.