Pirate Play

Isaac's birthday present was a big hit!

I love to watch my boys play.

Sometimes I find the most fabulous pictures on my camera.

Peekaboo!

Arachnaparanoia

So.  My sister Lauren has had some pretty good creepy-crawly posts lately, which reminds me of one of the posts I've been meaning to write.  For about FOREVER.  Or a couple weeks.  Which have felt like forever.

Anyways, Isaac is growing like crazy (finally!).  So there's been much clothing shuffling.  Which requires delving into the basement craft-room-acting-like-a-storage-room.  Which, if you've lived in a basement, you know can be a little bit creepy.  Creepy crawly.

BUT, I got the boxes I was after without getting attacked by enormous Shelob-style monsters.  Sorted them a bit, because some outfits were much more autumnal than is currently appropriate.  I looked down at the box I had just finished packing, and saw a bit of planty fluff.  You know, like a mini tumble weed.  I was about to brush it off of the box, stand up, and put the box away (be proud, usually I don't get to that last step).

Yeah, see that? Yeah, that's about what I saw too.  Out of the corner of my eye.  Luckily, something stopped me before I TOUCHED it.  Because as I moved to REmove it, I realized it was a remarkably symmetrical, eight legged piece of fluff.  Want a close up?

Well hello there Mr. Spider! (Because, of course, all creepy spiders waiting to KILL me are male).  I wasn't ABOUT to put something next to it for scale, but trust me that those legs have a 1.5 to 2 inch diameter.  And I could NOT see a body!!!  after I took this picture with the flash and zoooooomed in, I could tell.  Yeah, there's an eensy body.  It's not like a daddy long-legs spider here--it's a super creepy spider-masquerading-as-plant-fluff spider!!!  

Don't worry, cuz I squashed him DEAD.

But it makes me feel all creepy-crawly all over me.  Like the other night when I accidentally upset an anthill in my yard and there were ants crawling all over me angrily.  Only spiders are DEADLY man.  (Although, apparently ants are pretty deadly--just ask Indiana Jones.)  It's been getting worse around here too--the other day I killed FOUR of the little meanies!  And there's all sorts of little tiny ones hanging in mid-air that you think are a spec of dust, but are MOVING.  I'ma call a sprayer man--if I can ever remember during business hours.