Tuesday, August 18, 2009

At the dog park yesterday morning I was calmly having a nice conversation with other dog people when we were rudely interupted by a blood curdling scream.

The four year old in the bushes.

I could tell that this wasn't an "I'm hurt scream" so I wasn't worried. No rattlesnake bites or twisted ankles. This was an I'm terrified scream. I was pretty sure this was due to a spider of some sort.

"MOM! Nadya has a spider in her hair!!!"

Now, I ain't brave when it comes to spiders. They give me the eebie jeebies. I'm not proud of that fact.

I thought, it's probably just a little one, like the size of my fingernail, no problem. When I get over there....well, it's a LARGE garden spider in a radioactive looking green/yellow shade marching down my goldilocks head. Just in range of her sight. It was heading for her shoulder.

I bravely handed a stick to her sister to have her wipe it off. My excuse is that they were behind a pointy bush and I couldn't get to it. Maya did the honors without fear.

Too bad I didn't have my camera. Nadya screamed for another ten minutes. My ears are still ringing.