Sometimes It's Not So Good To Live Next To A Mountain

Scream and scream again. I was sitting in my room when I got a call from Katie to come outside right away, and to come through the garage. Because, oh yes, there was a tarantula on our doorstep. It was big and it was hairy and being the arachnophobe that I am, I just about lost my dinner. Imagine if we hadn't known and walked out the door. Probably I would have had a heart attack. Thankfully Scott was kind enough to come over and get rid of it for us. Although, in typical me fashion I am now thoroughly paranoid and keep looking around me thinking another one is going to drop down on me or crawl up to me. Here are a couple pictures for your viewing pleasure (or not, as the case may be).

Here's where we found him.

And then he started to crawl up the door.

Gasp.

I thought you needed a close-up.

THANK YOU Scott for saving us!