Get off, get off, get off. GET OFF!

Last night I had all the lights turned off watching tv. It’s around 2:00 a.m. Rex was at my feet, Bellie Amie snuggled on one side and Jazper crouched on the other.  We were watching a classic horror movie, Silver Bullet, with Corey Haim, Megan Follows, Gary Busey and Everett McGill (no relation). I was enjoying myself and relaxed after a spurt of cleaning.

***Possible Spoiler Alert!***

It was close to the finale. You know where Gary Busey is telling the kids to go to bed? They’re protesting, he’s saying I’ll wait up but you guys are going to bed. Just at that moment I felt something tickle my leg. I waggled it back and forth thinking it was a cat passing under.

But instead of going away, something crawled up my leg; I looked down and saw a huge silhouette skitter across my leg.


Screaming and shaking my leg accompanied by the “Get Off!” refrain I jumped up. It’s nice to know I can still dance.

Can you see it?  The culprit seems to be a wolf spider. You can’t tell from the photo but the sucker was so big I couldn’t use a regular jar to catch it. I had to use a vase.

I woke Tracey up with my screams. She couldn’t see it at first; it had to move away from my flailing limbs as I danced around it before she could. When she does see it, the darling child (not) proclaims it’s all mine. To her credit, she did suggest the vase.

In the mean time Jazper, along with the rest of the cats, has disappeared. Rex, the coward, ran all the way to another room to stand near the backdoor and watch my groovy moves in amazement. Belle Amie, sweetie that she is, just watches the whole thing with interest.

Once caught, the spider wasn’t to happy. I didn’t care; it was lucky I had the vase and didn’t have to squish it. The whole incident inspired Rex to go outside. While he was busy doing that we took the spider and dumped it near the woods. Where, I’m sure, it will terrorize all the other spiders and insects in the vicinity.

Music that’s perfect for this post:


Don’t forget I have a guest post on Sue Santore’s blog today.


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