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Published: November 11th 2012
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It’s amazing to see how my outlooks on things change. I’m sorry to keep going on about spiders, but spiders keep coming after me! At this moment, I know where at least five different spiders are in my house. If I was back in the US, and I knew where even
one spider was located, it would be dead. Granted, the spiders that I know of are all nickel sized or smaller, but I still would have killed them in the States.
I just had to kill another big one. I was hoping I was done with giant spiders, but alas, they were not done with me. I was in my room minding my own business, when I decided to go downstairs for a glass of pineapple juice. I didn’t even get down the stairs before I saw the spider in the same area as the first two that I killed. I’m not sure what it is about that stairwell, but they seem to like it. Unfortunately, my SK3000 was not put together. I only had half of it upstairs (the boot half). I grabbed that half, and after 5 minutes of trepidation, finally swung at the spider.
I missed.
I swung again.
I missed.
It landed on the railing.
I swung again.
The spider fell.
I actually heard the spider hit the ground, it was that big. I even thought I heard it crunch. I walked downstairs and used the other half of my SK3000 (the stick part) and clubbed that poor little (big) spider to death.
Other than the spider debacle, my day was boring. I waited until four to even show my face at the office for fear of small children, but there were none when I got there. I stayed until 9:30 and then came home to eat PB&J, kill a spider, and go to bed.
I've never known how happy I could be to wake up in Panama until this morning, though. I had a dream that my family came to visit and I accidentally went home with them. I started freaking out about what a waste of money it was and how I left everything there and only collected one salamander and was never going to get a good recommendation from Dr. Lindquist now that I (accidentally) bailed on this internship. I was trying to figure out how to get back cheaply when I woke up, saw the wooden interior of my house in Panama, and instantly felt relieved. Then I had another dream where I had to eat bugs and there was a giant spider biting me. Freaking spiders can't even leave me alone while I sleep!!!
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Ronald Brantner
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Emmy, sounds like there are more spiders in Panama than salamanders, so maybe, just maybe, you will want to change your research to spiders. Good hearing from you. Stay safe. Love and Prayers, Pappy and Grammy