That I have a spider bite on my arm the size of a walnut, and am totally dealing with it like a grown-up, by which I mean only Googling “black widow spider bite” once (side note: do not ever Google “black widow spider bite”).
In recent days I have also:
1) Walked through a web with the circumference of Texas and not freaked out (very much);
2) Handily dispatched a very large and unidentifiable creature that I found sitting on the guest bed in our attic; and
3) Slayed a mosquito with my bare hand and lightning-quick reflexes, much like a Jedi Ninja.
On the minus side, about 50% of my beloved plants have seen better days because I accidentally bought a couple of pots without holes in the bottom, and the put-two-inches-of-gravel-in-the-bottom trick only seems to work when you don’t live in The Land Of Eternal Rain. I’m trying to nurse them back to life, but am working with a limited skill set here, so we’ll see.
Country Life Acclimation: it’s a work in progress.
