07/08 1ere semaine/ 1st week

Pourquoi la photo de l'araignee? Parce que nous avons trouve deux arachnides dont un dans la chambre de Florence, ce qui n'a pas fait plaisir a voir, sachant que ces deux araignees sont venimeuses, ce qui a des consequences forcement facheuses sur un bebe. C'est L'arizona, ca n'est pas vraiment une surprise, mais evidemment, nous avons et nous allons faire le nessecaire pour que ces carnivores aillent se faire voir ailleurs.

La semaine a commence par trouve l'avion a Phoenix, ce qui fait que Florence a pu jouer dans la cabine. Pas de doute qu'elle n'aurait pas de probleme a vivre dans la peau d'un millionnaire.

Passant par Columbus, j'ai pris une photo de l'avion devant les batiments de la maison mere. Superbe journee la bas aussi. C'est vert, temp dans les 25 degrees, on se serait cru en France!


"...said the spider to the fly...."


It is amazing, isn't it, how a little paper cut can hurt like the dickens, how pulling a singular, minute hair with a tweezer could seemingly be used as a form of torture.

And so, in this said same way, can a little, minute, featherweighted as a feather spider measuring, yea, some 3/4 inch in diameter, including the legs, so disrupt a once sleepy life.

There we were, minding our own business whilst in the business of caretaking for our daughter and going about the daily duties of typical American life while we came upon, or perhaps it came upon us, a long, scare the ever lovin' crap out of ya spider.

Frankly, the Recluse is not particularly big. They can average 1/4 in to 1 in. And they are not particularly scary, at least when compared to a Tarantula, whose giant hairy body can remind me of an overhaired uncle of mine.

But it is the often never felt pinch from its fangs, delivering a toxic second only to the Black Widow, that itself is the things of which many a nightmare is made. (Did you know that the toxin of the Black Widow is said to be 10 times more potent than the most deadly snakes, including the most deadly snake - the Coral? Spoky crap!)

And more scary than its toxin is when one happens upon this little man climbing just inches from our unsuspecting daughter who, just a few days ago, with childhood abandon picked up an earwig and bit it in half, aiming to eat it save Momma's intervention.

Indeed, the things of which nightmares are made.

Doubt me? Just check out the Internet pictures of necrotic wounds that, in some cases, take years to heal. I just faint thinking of one of the those gaping wounds covering a fair portion of my beloved's body. Not to mention the poison itself which can kill elderly, children, and people of compromised health.

So, spider alert! Alert! Alert! This is not a drill! Repeat, this is not a drill! We start covering all air vents in the ceiling with mess (though, yeah, good luck!), recover all cracks and crevices at windows and doors, place all her toys in airtight plastic (toys, a favorite place for them to hide), remove all clothing from lower portions of closets, shoes to upper shelves, all paper, cloth, etc. in the kitchen and bathrooms in either plastic containers or on higher levels, scrape the yards for any debris and piles, spray insectide, place down insecticide sticky tape around beds and closets, etc. and do any other form of action known to stop the li'l buggers to save our daughter's life.

Like a constant lurking, invisible enemy.

Exhausting.

And now, scorpions and centipedes. Oh, the Desert Southwest! You do have your charms, do you not?

Well, what was your week like!?

OUT!