Last weekend we went to Cottonwood for a visit and the unexpected happened. I met my nemesis. Keem was fixing issues in the back of his mother's television set and he says, "Hey, there's a spider back here, come see." (I hate hate hate hate hate spiders)
Like a fool, I go and look.
It wasn't a spider. It was a baby tarantula. I screamed bloody murder for about 2 minutes straight (I was surprised neighbors didn't call the cops)!
Here's my worst nightmare..he's taking autographs at 10 a.m. tomorrow:
*No spiders were hurt in the making of this post
