. . . not because I particularly dislike it here (because I really do like it now).
I'd like to move home because I'm not willing to share my home (or my garage) with tarantulas. Yesterday afternoon I thought I'd be a sweetie and clean up my husband's work area in the garage. I moved the shopvac and found this dry, crusty guy hiding out near the wall. Granted, he was dead, but at one point, he was alive. I had nightmares last night. For the past twelve months I've been pretending that giant spiders only live in the northern states of Brazil, like in the Amazon. Dang it, guess I was wrong.
This photo was taken from the web, just for comparison.
Just to give you an idea of size. Imagine what he would have looked like sprawled out! Maybe my imagination is why I'm having nightmares.
(Robert and Marcy, Tim and Bethany, and any other future visitors to our home, please disregard this post. Pretend it never happened. Please come see us still. Please.)
PS If this isn't really a tarantula, that information won't be all that helpful. He's still massive.
