I'm 157% with my good friend Ronald with "why couldn't it be follow the butterflies?!"
Spiders have been ruining my life for 2 whole decades.
First, they prance around with an abundance of legs. Nothing needs that many legs.
Next, they think it's fun to swing in front of your face on webs, interrupting tea parties and decent conversations. Rude.
And then, to put the icing on the cake, they bite. What is so fulfilling about taking a chomp out of my skin? I'll never know.
This week, spiders have declared war against us.
And by us I mean me and Jake.
And by war I mean, they laid quite the bomb sending Jake straight to the hospital.
In case you were fooled by the sheepish smile and tongue sticking out the wrong way, Jake did not die.
He's making a full recovery from that mean old black widow.
Apparently, widowing herself wasn't enough! She tried to widow me as well..
Spiders, you best be watching your backs.
We're gonna find you.