Wednesday, September 9, 2009



My little brother stopped by my house today to take me out to lunch. He paid. What an awesome guy, taking his big sister out to lunch! Yes, he is single. While we were at the park getting two for $1 tacos (happens every Wednesday!) we saw some of his friends. After conversing for a while, Keith decided he was too tired to stand anymore. He collapsed on the sidewalk next to an IBC Rootbeer bottle. It was too classic. He looked just like a little hobo.

Speaking of hobos

we have intruders in our home. I thought they were just harmless spiders so I left them alone. Spiders are good. They rid our home of horrible little bugs. Then I got a flyer in the mail. It was from a pesticide company. They had a picture of a hobo spider, and a picture of a hobo spider bite. It was then that the suspicions began. Our little buggy friends could possibly be bad. I looked up some info last night, thinking we really only had the grass spider. And then I learned. We have hobos.

Here is the question. Would it be better to spray now while I am pregnant, or after the baby is born? Keith is really good at pointing and yelling "BUG! BUG!" and not touching. I would be heartbroken if he ever got bit. I will continue to encourage his fear of bugs until we have this problem taken care of. He sure takes after his mother. I do the same yelling and pointing thing with Jeffrey. "ANT! ANT!" and he comes running and gets rid of it for me. What a great system we have going.

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