Yesterday’s surprise happened during evening chores. I noticed that Abigail, the expectant heifer, needed fly spray applied. The sprayer is kept in the pig room of the barn, since nothing currently is housed there. When I opened the door, one of those
big huge monstrous, black, hairy spiders leaped out me. It actually sort of fell onto the door jamb, but at first I thought it jumped toward me. I did a few seconds of a Lord of the Dance jig (barn/gum-boot interpretation). Scary-spider scurried into hiding. I grabbed the sprayer while feeling creepy crawlies all over me and got the heck out of there.
After I sprayed Abigail, I debated finding a new place to store the sprayer, but then pig-farmer wouldn’t know where it was and I would probably forget where I moved it. So, when I approached the door to the pig room, I banged on it before opening. “Hello? Anyone there? Get your creepy self outta’ my way!” Thankfully, none of the people that had been in-and-out throughout the day were around to see/hear the exchange.
After making rice krispy treats at 5:15 a.m. for my son’s work picnic … and drinking (lots of) coffee… this morning is bright and beautiful. No spiders were haunting.
Happy August 1 to you.