Welcome to the world, Alexandra Dorothea! Congratulations to Juliana and M!
Today is the day we get to bring our dogs to school, but it is raining out so my husband is bringing Salsa in later. For this favor, I may have to go to a Dallas Stars game tonight. As a Sabres fan, I am obligated to note that Brett Hull was in the crease.
Sparky, I never thought I could love you more than I already do, but this proves it's possible. He was totally in the crease.
There is in fact an eight-legged solution to our problem too. Redbacks get eaten by another spider - of all things, daddy long-legs. Sadly, I haven't seen any of them yet this year.
Wait, what is it that you call daddy long-legs in Australia? Because the ones we have in America have bodies the size of small peas and no fangs, claws, venom, or any other weapons with which to kill and eat prey. basically their only tactical strategy is clumping together in big hairy masses that gross out anything that happens across them.
They have teeth and venom. Mythbusters made 'em bite the one guy to prove they could and it wasn't deadly.
If they eat black widows I will make friends with them.
Grossing out a creature a million times your size so it runs in fear seems a pretty effective strategy to me!
Brenda, good luck not emailing people and telling them they are poopyheads.
Liese, the reason she needs luck is that people on the Internet are stupid. It's not you. (Especially if it's politics. Hello, idiots. Especially that one mayor)
Nine and a half pounds? Big bouncing baby!!
More colourful black widow. They're closely related.
Like Matt said, I'm concerned about the size. I won't be able to unsee that.
bt, has the Australian Tourist Board considered putting together an area of your country as Certified Drop Bear And Horrifying Insect Free (Snakes And Crocs Optional)? Though that might encourage visits from people less tough-willed than Australia wants to allow.
Ugh. Just found out my uncle is in really poor health and not doing well at all - due to Agent Orange exposure. Jeebus.
I accepted a Linked-In request from a woman with the last name of Peacock because I can't refuse a request from someone with a Clue-like name like that. Then her profile came up. First I have no idea why she wanted to connect on Linked-In, but secondly all of her connections have the last name of either Larson or Hancock. That's odd. Now I'm worried about being murdered by Mrs. Peacock.
From over the cubicle wall, one young man to another: "We're going to get shitfaced when you finally come out of the closet. It will be a grand celebration of humanity."
Stay out of the Conservatory, Gud.
I'm sorry, brenda. That's awful.