When I’m out geocaching, I’m very careful about where I put my hands. I’ve encountered all kinds of nasties out in the wild, black widow spiders being among the most common. Found a half dozen of them, just last week.
Yesterday, I happened upon something a little different. I lifted a stone and unearthed both a geocache and some kind of prehistoric-looking arthropod of considerable size, the likes of which I have never seen. All legs, pincers, and feelers, and fast-moving as hell. Thankfully, it vacated the premises quickly, knocking over a few trees and smashing a car in the process, clearing the way for me to claim the cache unmolested.
Don’t know what it was, but I hope to never see such a thing ever again.
2 comments:
"When I’m out geocaching, I’m very careful about where I put my hands...." You know, I used to feel that way when I was dating after my divorce.
I can see how that might be just as prudent as avoiding the black widows. (You didn't date any black widows, did you?)
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