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Caboose is going through a phase where he has to go with Hubby and me whenever we go run errands together. If it's just me or just Hubby alone, he stays home, but if we both go, he has to go. He's afraid we're going to die and he won't be there with us. We're hoping he outgrows this phase soon, because it's getting a little stressful for us too.
Lately he's been bringing his DS along with him, but then when we get to the store he wants to carry it in. He'll be in the middle of a game and not want to stop, or not be at a saving point, or something crazy like that. So the other day Hubby and I said, "If you come with us and it's not at least as far as Ikea, then you can't bring your game."
Tonight we made a quick run to Wal-Mart together and so Caboose came along. Since he didn't bring his game it required him to make conversation. Who knew there was so much to talk about?
Since there were some dark clouds he talked about rain and how it formed, thunder and lightning and how it formed, hurricanes and tornadoes and how they form, and which one of the two can cause more damage.
Somehow we mentioned spiders. It could have been me mentioning it first, Betsy over at My Five Men being on some sick spider kick all of a sudden and creeping me out, but I can't remember. That made Caboose start talking about the black widow Hubby found right before we left Virginia last year.
Caboose asked if it died, to which I answered a definite yes. He asked why we didn't just step on it and get it over with. Well, Hubby had it contained already when I got home, and once we got it in that jar it seemed like it would die pretty fast. Who knew those things were such stinkers.
If you haven't clicked over and looked at the old posts yet, we stuck an alcohol-laden cotton ball in the jar to suffocate it since it was still alive seven days after being put in the jar with no air holes poked to help it breathe. Tonight on the way home from Wal-Mart Caboose asked, "Did she drink the cholesterol?" Well, the spider did attack the cotton ball, which was what he remembered, and I told him I wasn't sure if she actually drank some alcohol or just suffocated.
Hubby told Caboose that drinking cholesterol would have been pretty bad for her too.
I'm just glad she's dead.
Wordless? From Kayren? Well, yes. As wordless as it can get anyway.
When we finally found our digital camera, I found these pictures from the poisonous Anti-Charlotte attack on the cotton ball before her demise.
Sparky's verdict: Anti-Charlotte is possessed.
If you remember, Anti-Charlotte was found on our back porch area on Monday, July 21st, fairly promptly moved from a bird feeder to an air tight jar, and still living the following Sunday. I had put off gifting her with a rubbing alcohol saturated cotton ball for several days due to the business of packing boxes in preparation for the big move. In the meantime I had watched her lay a nest and eat her babies, watched a robin try to get her through the jar, put her in the sun to roast in the jar since she wasn't suffocating, and generally stared at the jar like it would make her die.
Sunday afternoon the 27th it was finally time. Sparky and I took out the weapons of death, a simple cotton ball and a bottle of rubbing alcohol. I saturated that cotton ball good. Then I proceeded to carefully unscrew the lid and pop it in. Thank goodness she didn't move or I'd have completely freaked out. Even after a minute or so she didn't move. I was thinking she would go completely nuts in the jar trying to escape the poison smell, but I didn't use my common sense in realizing that this spider must not breathe much since she didn't suffocate in an air tight jar in almost a week's time. Duh! So I turn the jar around and upside down and the cotton ball rolls over close to Anti-Charlotte and she attacks it! Poisons the thing with a little blob of yellow colored poison ~ doesn't even having trouble breathing around the thing. That's about when Sparky decided she was possessed. Well, about an hour later when she was sitting in rubbing alcohol that had drained from the cotton ball she was finally dying. The next day when we checked and knew she was dead for sure, her area where she had the red hourglass was almost completely white. Weird.
I prefer to never post about spiders again.
This week my Nancy Drew instincts were all wrong. So wrong I won't even tell you how wrong. I'm not much of a traveler, so these are certainly going to be interesting.
1. What is your favorite mode of transportation (flying, train, car, boat, etc.)? Why?
My favorite mode of transportation is by car. I think it has to do with control issues, because I feel like I have the most control in that situation. Flying would be second. I haven't really traveled on a boat (like on a cruise or anything) and I don't ever really want to. There's this nagging fear of being out in the middle of the water and having no control over anything, and not many options to get out fast. You'd think based on that flying would be a problem, but I guess in my mind if there's a problem in flying, it's over pretty fast one way or another. I've never traveled by train.
2. If you could fly like Superman, jump and swing like Spiderman, swing on vines like Tarzan, or fly on an umbrella like Mary Poppins, which would you choose?
I would fly on an umbrella like Mary Poppins, because she's a neat freak, and who doesn't love Julie Andrews?
3. You're driving down the road and see a small cluster of people, all with their thumbs out hoping to hitch a ride with you. As you near the group you realize that the people standing there are Queen Elizabeth, Johnny Depp, Barack Obama, Oprah Winfrey, and John Grisham. You only have room for one person. Who would you pick up?
None of these people. I'd wait for Barbara Bush.
4. What was the most memorable trip you've ever taken?
I'll have to go with the most recent trip that did not constitute a vacation and say my trip to Michigan, to see where I'll probably live the rest of my life and buy/build a house.
5. If you were planning a road trip with your best friend, where would you start, what would you stop to see, and where would you end?
Assuming that would be Hubby, we would start at our home and go to each major league ballpark in the country. We would end at our home. Our friends here in Virginia want to do the same thing.
If it was a girlfriend best friend instead, I have no idea right now. My creative juices are zapped by the sounds of tape ripping off a roll and the craziness of this move. But believe me when I say I'd love to take a nice little trip right about now!
6. You are able to transport yourself back to any time. What would it be and why?
Now Reese didn't say if it was just to observe and then come back, because that would make a difference in my answer! I don't want to go back in my own personal life. I've made mistakes, and plenty of them, but I'd just make different ones if I had to do it all over again. Don't tell my husband I said this, but I'm not perfect. And I wouldn't want to live in a different era, because I like my modern conveniences too much.
7. Would you have flown with the Wright Brothers when they first discovered air travel?
Probably not. But not because I'm afraid of heights, but because I wouldn't have been in control.
Can you tell that control issues are a recurring theme? That is why we are moving our own stuff this time. I We can do it right and no one else can. Hubby has to pick up the truck tomorrow morning, but I will try to post some pictures before too many boxes get moved out to show you the chaos.
Go and visit Heather & Reese at Kickin' It In Crazyville for more Know & Tell Friday!
Anti-Charlotte Update:
Because we were too busy yesterday and today, we didn't get to gift Anti-Charlotte with her rubbing alcohol saturated cotton ball. But yesterday after I took pictures and blogged about the little nesty thing, she proceeded to eat it all. All! The only good thing is that I don't have to worry about little ones running free. But she's still alive. How?!
Now you see why I never say never. Because if I'd said I will never post another spider picture...well, you get the picture.
Our internet went down for the second time in two weeks on Tuesday morning and we just got it back up and running yesterday. We're packing like crazy people, but I had to do a quick post.
Monday was the spider finding, and by Tuesday morning I thought the spider would have been dead without oxygen. Not! I screwed the lid on super tight to make sure no air could get through since the anti-Charlotte was hanging around up at the top and I thought some air might be seeping in somewhere.
Fast forward to last night (Wednesday) when Buddy said, "She's not moving except her little pincher things. I think she's about dead."
This morning we go out and she's moving, she's smaller, and she has a little nesty looking thing which we're assuming are eggs. And you know they're cannibalistic so she'll just eat and live. And somehow she's getting oxygen. Maybe she can produce that too. So in honor of her ability to live in a jar without oxygen and reproduce multiple poisonous spiders, she will be receiving a cotton ball saturated with rubbing alcohol as a gift from us later today. Gotta do something, because she's not moving with us! Here are the pictures of a smaller anti-Charlotte with a more defined hourglass now that she's not so fat with her little nesty thing, just in case you want to use them to teach your children anything:
It's kind of like an unrequested science project.
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