No, not you. But, I will warn you…if you have a thing about spiders – stop reading now.
So, after dropping the boy off with grandma for the weekend and making a Target run, the girl and I headed home for a little alone time. She planned to craft with her new glitter glue and I planned to mow the lawn. I got her all set up with everything she needed to stay busy for a while and I headed out to the garage. First things first, I checked the oil in the mower. It was low, but I wasn’t about to go out again this afternoon, so on to gas. As I reached down for the gas can, I caught sight of a spider. A Black Widow. A Female Black Widow. After running inside to do a quick Google to make sure I was right (and I was), I grabbed my camera and headed back out.
I was soooo not concerned with technical details…
Oh yeah, and she was having dinner.
I promptly squished her (not taking chances with the kids running around) and went about my merry, itchy, ‘is there a spider on me?’ way.