Hunting

Friday Morning:

Anden: "Mommy come here! There's a dead tarantula by the door!"

Me:  (non urgently yelling from the other room) "Ya sure honey."

Anden: "No Mommy I'm serious!"

Me:  "Ya sure honey." (assuming he's tricking me with a fake halloween spider)

So while carrying 2 backpacks, laptop bag, purse, lunch bag

I go check it out while on my way out to the car.

There laying upside down on it's back is a dead black spider

with his legs curled into it's body.

I didn't have time to inspect it

so I promised we would check it out when we got home from work/school.

Yes I admit,

I left a dead spider on the tile floor and we rushed off for the day.

Friday Night:

Anden:  "Mommy we forgot to check out the tarantula!"

Me: "Oh you're right honey. Let's go see." (while grabbing a broom/pan)

So there we stood hovering over the corpse.

Internally debating who was going to flip it over.

Taylee:  "EEWWWH!"

So we scooped it up.

And

YES

in fact

it WAS

a baby tarantula!

SOOOOO GROSSS!!!

I'm already a nut about the kids never going outside without shoes.

For fear of stepping on a scorpion or some other disgusting desert bug.

Now the kids will no longer be able to even take their shoes off for bedtime.

But we weren't done just yet.

Saturday Morning:

Taylee finds her way into my room every morning between 1-3am.

She has it perfected so quietly that I don't even know she's in my bed

until I roll over and she scares the crap out of me.

WHERE DID YOU COME FROM?

Oddly she showed up at 5am on Saturday.

Taylee: (whispering in my eyeball) "Mommy is it wake up time?"

Me: (whispering through my eyelid) "Most definitely not!"

So I pull her into bed with me and we miraculously both fell back asleep.

Then I heard the usual early morning rooftop noise.

And no, it isn't Santa

or his reindeer.

It's the dang bobcat.

I leaped out of bed and rushed to my bedroom patio door

right as good ole Bobby was jumping from my patio roof and climbing down the tree.

I quietly scrambled to get my camera.

AH HA!! I FINALLY CAUGHT YOU!!!

See folks, I knew I wasn't crazy!

So I snapped away while he loitered around my yard.

Eventually he found his way to his happy spot.

And there he chilled.

I was torn whether to offer him a pillow or a tranquilizer.

But then realized he was perfectly comfy whether I approved or not.

So for all you hunting enthusiasts out there

that didn't get selected for a tag this year.

Come on over!

We can casually poach from the porch.