I grew up on a dairy farm in Idaho, though I never had to do any hard work. I got to play which is great when you are a kid! We left the farm though when I was still young so even though I played in cow poo and mud, I still had a problem with snakes and spiders.
We are now living in my dream home on 7 plus acres and I feel restful. Happy. Fulfilled!
This morning as I was preparing second breakfasts for my daughter while she put on all of her “Goojelery”, and there was a spider see.
I quickly grabbed a black rubber boot in a quiet freak out mode of, “ew! ew! ew!” and killed that sucker! Then I threw it in the toilet, flushed it smiling a fretful smile of victory as I walked briskly to get my phone.
I texted my Dear Husband and asked what kind of spider it was!
He wrote back, “Was it fuzzy or glossy?”
WHAaaaaaTTTT??? A SPIDER! DON’T YOU READ ME??? I wrote back.
“Haha.” said he.
“Glossy probably Black Widow. Fuzzy means probably jumping spider.”
All I know is Spiders in my house with black furry or glossy bodies are not going to make it!
Spider: 0 Country Girl: 1
And that is all about it.