*tomato wet dreams of sticking it to the zuchini?
Looks like it's back to the Lucky Charms.
Monday, July 10, 2006
You say "to-may-to", I say "killer to-mah-to"
Tired of auctioning out my liver to the highest bidder (ha!) in order to afford fresh produce, I decided to start on a small scale with two slightly-wilted tomato plants in my back yard, inconspicuously hidden behind the gardenia and plumbago. Psyched to pluck the first fresh fruit of my labor, I tugged and noticed a gooey, sticky mess.* With her distinguishable eight legs and red hourglass, was a Black Widow Spider living between two tomatoes!! ACK!! That big white blob? Some sort of nest with many widow orphans.
*tomato wet dreams of sticking it to the zuchini?
Looks like it's back to the Lucky Charms.
*tomato wet dreams of sticking it to the zuchini?
Looks like it's back to the Lucky Charms.
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Oh my GOODNESS - gardening is dangerous! I had no idea...ugh. Glad you are okay. Enjoy the Lucky Charms! ;)
I hate spiders too the very max! Here in Florida they have giant, huge spiders. There's one I haven't seen yet that hangs out mostly in orange groves (I haven't been to an orange grove yet...wonder why?) it's called a bannana spider...I get the shivers even thinking about it! Glad your ok...we have a bunch of black widows move into our metal shed over the winter...I was sraying bug spray everywhere...we had to wait 3 days before entering again...sigh
AHHHHH!!!! AGGGGGGGHHHHH!!! AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
WTF?!!! A black widow???!!! AAAAAAAARGH!! I'm totally freaked out right now---ACK! SPUTTER SPEW AGHHHH! Runssss off waving my hands over my head
LOL at Kat's comment.
Lucky chick, you're already getting ripe taters! How utterly unFAIR. I think the little bug bastards have been eating my over-priced Bordines Americana Geraniums, GRRRR! That's why I'm REAL LIBERAL with the bug spray. Don't trust anything with more than two legs!
*stomps on what's left of that black widow with my size 14's, THUMP*
The little bitches like to nest in my firewood pile until the cold drives them into the garage and/or toolshed. I'm always pretty careful around them, but I sometimes worry about that big furry friend of mine that shares his dog-yard with the wood pile (Elvis is not always the sharpest tool in the shed and I wouldn't put it past hime to go after a little eight legged snack now and again).
Yick.
I don't think the maters are that good this year - let 'em have the potassium filled orbs - get a can of store-bought tomato juice and make yourself a red beer for breakfast.
I think there's more nuitrition in that anyway ... well, there is if you drink enough of them
That's one of the reasons after years of gardening for my parents, I vowed not to have a garden. That and snakes.
Jesus H. Christ.
Please don't tell me that your love of animals extends to that most heinous of creatures.
My (widowed) husband would have been writing this post if that had happened to me.
I don't do well with big hairy things. This applies to animals as well as humans.
And just so you know, I'm with Kat. In fact, after I read this the first time, I had to take a breather. I'm still feeling a little nauseous.
BLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECCCCCCHHHHHHH! Fuck! Indigo, I swear, I've shivered at least ten times since starting this comment. Eleven.
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