So, you may remember shortly after we moved into the house, Bo was out taking the pups to potty and almost put his hand on a black widow. Well, we have another one. In our garage. Bo called me out to "look at something" last night and by time he grab the bug spray and I made it out, it was gone. I uneasily request him to spray several spots and the back door to our garage to put my mind at easy.
A storm was coming through this evening so I ran out to pull my car in the garage and I peeked over towards the terrifying corner only to see the mysterious black bug of poison chilling in his web. As if he was laughing at me for escaping the bug spray last night. I tiptoed backwards for the bug spray because there was no way in hell I was swatting it with a flip flop. That thing could bite me and require an arm amputation or poison dug out of my skin. Sick. So, I sprayed half the bottle its direction and it ran, but I'm pretty sure I made contact. We shall see.
Funny story...as I am writing, I'm half watching the puppies run circles through my house. Next thing I hear, Shooter is eating his leftover dinner. Fine, right? Except earlier I put his dog bowl on the kitchen table so Stella wouldn't eat it. He's on the kitchen table! I make a running leap for him followed by a BIG spanking. Bo and I have to be careful because he's been getting in the chairs if we leave them out and apparently he decided he was hungry tonight. I couldn't help by laugh. Oh puppies.
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