*Cricket sound*

I moved more rocks this weekend and grilled on Friday, Saturday, and Monday.

It's been another very busy week for me, which means another quiet week for the site... But you are here, so I will tell you a quick story.

When I was 9 years old I got up for school and started the bath to heat up the water, then brushed my teeth, stripped down, and stepped into the bath. The water was warm now and I was still sleepy eyed, not seeing too well.

This is either Satan or an Alien. Saaltiaenn?

I reached for the shower valve and pulled, hearing the whistling rush of water fill the pipe as it rose toward the shower head. I stood back and braced myself for the quick rush of cold water that would be immediately followed by steaming hot relaxation.

That's when I saw it.

In Florida we have these.===>>>

It was wrapped around the shower head, body directly centered to the spout of water that spat at me with violent resolve an instant after I realized what would happen if I didn't get to the shower valve in time.

The spider was ejected from the shower head, flipped in transit, and hit my chest along with a rush of cold water and a distinct Thud sound.

I jumped from the shower, taking the shower curtain with me and screaming more like a 9 year old girl at a One Direction concert than a proud, strong, 9 year old member of the He Man Woman Haters club.

Still screaming, I fell to the floor.

My mother came into the bathroom to find me thrashing violently, hitting myself in the chest in hopes of killing the beast that was now nowhere to be found.

That's why I hate spiders.