Since I moved to the South last summer, I have grown to love it more and more. The mild winter, the early spring, the sweet tea, the sweet southern accent... But today I found something that in my 31 years of living up north, I have never found.
It was crawling in one of my son's toys, in the toy box. I caught it in a little tupperware container, just so I could study the markings. The picture you see to the right isn't the actual spider I saw, but the one I have looks exactly like this one.
Now, there aren't many things that freak me out. I don't mind heights. Big dogs are only a little scary. Roller coasters, no problem. But I can't stand little things that bite.
And to think that there was one in my children's sand box!
They say that the bite of a black widow spider won't actually kill you, but how is that any consolation?!? The fact that they have to say that it won't kill you is enough to freak me out!
Well the southern living... I love it, I just hope that it doesn't come back to bite me.