Tarantula's Attack

Today has barely started but it started with a bang. I woke up to a flat tire which apparently I had while driving to the store last night because it was worn. Oops. So how did I get the flat tire you ask? Michiel...nuff said.

Michiel as I have said in the last blog has almost no impulse control and does things without thinking about what will happen. The little turd has been putting things under my tires every morning for the past few days while waiting for this school bus to come and take him away. I have no idea why but apparently my "do not do it again" talk went in one ear and out the other, like so many things. I found pliers propped up so that the claws would have gone into the tire, I found glass and nails and apparently a screw did the deed fine and dandy. I started checking under the tires after finding the pliers but that kid is smart as all heck and pulled one over on me.

What bothers me more about this isn't that he did it or that he didn't listen but that he acts like it isn't a big deal. I told him about it and he looked at me like "so what's the big deal?" Um, for one thing you just don't do things like that. He then proceeded to tell me that the fix was to get the tire fixed as if I didn't know what to do with the flat. Thanks kid but I think I got that one. I reminded him that we sell kids to the gypsies for less serious offenses. He gave me the notorious eye roll like "mom, as if".

So, at 6 am this morning my poor husband was under the car trying to get the stupid car jack to actually lift the car off the ground and change the tire. He told me that I need to learn how to change a tire. I looked at him and said "I know how but I married you so that you can do the dirty work". He finally managed to get the car jack to work but this jack looks like it was going to break at any moment it is so little. Why can't they give you a beefy jack with a button on it that does all the work? I could have changed the tire, I really could have but the last thing I want to do is get under my stupid van at 6 am.

Ok, now to explain the tarantula title. You would think that I would be scared of spiders and bugs being the woman of the house and the only one at that. You would be wrong. My husband is scared of creepy crawlies not me. If you can picture a 6 ft 3 inch tall man running away from a little spider you know what Chris looks like. hehe. So last week our little pug Pebbles was going absolutely nuts. I went out in the backyard to see what she was so upset about and couldn't see anything. Typical, the dog barks at her shadow. She continued on her rampage for at least a half hour before finally stopping only because she was tired. Chris and I were watching a movie together since the kids were in bed and that is the only time we have quiet time in our house. About 15 minutes later Pebbles started freaking out again only this time she was in the hallway. The first thing I thought was that she was playing with the cat again. For some reason she thinks that the cat is around for her to drag around by his ears, literally. When she started to sound angry and not playful I went to investigate. At first glance I thought she was getting mad at the vacuum, that wouldn't have surprised me at all. She then moved aside and I saw the biggest tarantula I have ever seen! It was trapped between the vacuum, the wall and the dog and was not happy at all. It was facing Pebbles as if it were going to attack so I went to get a box. It is illegal to kill tarantulas but I am not the kind of person to even kill the little ones. I am always catching something and setting it free for the kids. Our friend had found a tarantula in his front yard only a week before and I showed it to the kids. This one was shy and I felt ok with holding it. It was totally awesome! Well this one was twice the size of the other one and had that look so I wasn't about to touch him. I went to go get a box with a lid and took one look at Chris and started to laugh. He looked like he was going to pass out. So, I got the box and went to pick up the spider. It decided it didn't want to leave and jumped over the box and scrambled after Chris. I have never seen that man move so fast. He ran into the living room and jumped up on the couch. It was totally hilarious. I caught the spider before it could get within five feet of Chris but it was not happy about it at all. This spider was throwing itself against the wall of the box trying to get out! I love spiders and snakes but this kind of freaked me out. We live close to a few open desert spots so I hopped in the car and drove the tarantula out to the nearest one. I opened the box and pushed the spider out. It jumped out of the box and ran at me! I have seen those things teeth and I was not about to become a victim and booked it to the car as fast as I could go. LOL

So here is what makes this whole thing even funnier for me. I got home and Chris looked like he was sick. I asked him if he was ok and he asked me to look around the couch for anything so he could get off of it! LOL. What bothered him the most about the whole thing is that the tarantula walked into the house and right past his feet. Just thinking about it creeped him out big time. This morning he was yelling for me. I went back to see what he needed which is usually a towel or underwear. Nope, he was sure he saw a spider on the wall. I went to check and it was a piece of mud. LOL. How did I get such a big weeny? He is so tough about everything and when you look at him you know better then to mess with him but I know another side of him.

When we told the kids about it Michiel, Cameron and Aaron wanted to know if we could keep it and if we still had it. Logan is just like Daddy and got nervous and asked where it was. LOL.