Thursday, April 20, 2006

If You Plant It, They Will Come

If by "They" you mean big-@$$ garden spiders:*

Which you must tolerate. Because they eat the evil little insects that destroy your plants.

Just stay in the pots, ladies. Stay in the pots, and we'll keep things neighborly-like, see?

*What? They don't look that big to you, you say? Oh yeah? These spiders? They're JUVENILES. Just wait three months and tell me how not-that-big they are.


Perstephone said...

OK, I'm officially creeped out for the rest of the night. I'll feel like spiders are having a lovefest on my skin and won't be able to sleep. Ick.

Andrea said...

Them's some big bugs. If you want a good bug story, go to and find her waterbug post. It will have you shivering so hard your teeth will chatter.

Speaking of teeth, how are yours doing after that whole "healing too well" thing?

Jaelithe said...

@Stephanie: Thanks for stopping by! I've read your site a couple of times and you sound like fun. Sorry I gave you nightmares, though. I seem to have a bad habit of doing that to people . . .

I think after my dental-related posts and bug stories, I may need to put up a note in my header that says something like: "Warning: Entries at The State of Discontent may occasionally cause anxiety or horror."

(Have I missed my calling here, people? Should I be writing pulp thrillers instead of marketing copy?)


The teeth are still bothering me occasionally, but it's getting better. I am growing accustomed to chewing things on only one side of my mouth.

Jaelithe said...

P.S. Andrea is this what you meant by "garden pictures'? Bwa ha ha!

I really will put up a nice pic of the whole garden in all its glory at some point. I'm kind of still working on arranging plants and such at the moment, though.

Lisa said...

Eeeek. I don't have those spiders yet. But that's ok. They look kinda icky.

Course after dealing with violin spiders at our old house, well a non-biting, non-poisonous one isn't such a big deal.

Jaelithe said...

Interesting enough, Lisa, I killed a recluse that dashed out of my closet as I was trying to get dressed this very morning.

Let's hope it was the only one . . .