The tarantula left this morning. What a blessing he was outside and not in. I'm not sure where he went but I tried to peer into ever corner of the outdoor slider and didn't see him. Last week after the house was cleaned, I discovered that the slider had been left open, and now I can just imagine his slow progress, each hairy leg propelling his body farther and farther into my room. Closer and closer to my bed. I'm not sure which is worse; a scorpion or a tarantula in bed with me. . . . . Tarantula probably, the scorpions here are supposed be smaller with a painful sting (like a bee sting they say) where as hairy spiders just make the heart stop.Its the dry season now, and they are just burning everything down it seems. Fields, fences, even power lines. I got an amazing picture of a power line pole where the bottom is burnt off, still smoking while the power lines are holding it off the ground. I couldn't believe. Only here would you see such a thing.
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