*skeeveskeeve*

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I live in the blazingly hot south. This is not anything new. Blazingly hot summer days that manage to crack three digits are not uncommon. Since the plants we put in this spring are still getting accustomed to an area where the sun beats down like a giant mutant microwave of doom in the summer while there's no storm clouds in sight, they're pretty water-needy. So, it's my job to water them. There's enough of them out there that the watering can is pretty inefficient, so I break out the hose. Hosing them down itself doesn't really bother me all that much (with the exception of when the mosquitoes find me, but that's beside the point). Actually, I kinda like it--the hose nozzle sounds like a waterfall when it's on and it's rather satisfying to be making sure that the plants are well moistened for another couple of days.

The only thing I really don't like about this whole thing is turning the water on and off. The spigot is located behind a row of really thick bushes next to the house, so in order to get at it, one has to work their way around behind said bushes and make their way up to where the spigot is. I do not enjoy this. Every time I do it I have visions of ticks lurking in the branches going, "Ooh! Who delivered?", so I try to get in and out as fast as I can. This method, however, backfired on me today. I didn't realize this (though I should have), but spiders like to use the narrow area for their webs. I didn't get as far as past the first bush when I got a face full of spider web. It wasn't just a small cobweb either. It was a HUGE, MULTI-LAYERED, INDIANA JONES-WORTHY SPIDER WEB OF DOOM. And I got plastered by it. Cue me jumping out of the bushes flailing and shrieking.

Now normally, I don't mind spiders all that much. They eat things like mosquitoes, which I greatly appreciate, and they usually go about their own business, and I go about mine, and we get along fairly well. Actually, they can be rather cool--watching spiders spin their webs is incredibly fascinating to me. But when those spider webs are in the way of where I'm walking, and then they get on me, I have issues.

The whole ordeal was compounded by the fact that a while back, a maintenance man found a black widow in the AC unit next to the house, which was right around the corner from where I ran face-first into a web that seemed like it was built to catch small birds. Cue me panicking briefly and worrying about whether or not I just got bitten by something poisonous. Needless to say, once I calmed down again and assured myself that I had not been bitten and was not going to die, I found a stick and used it like I was hacking my way through the jungles of Borneo with a machete in order to get to the spigot. Eulgh. I'm still skeeving a bit, though. Every few minutes, I feel like there might be something crawling on me, out for revenge for me destroying its web.

I think a shower will cure this.


In other news, there is a plant genus called Pimpinella. I am childish enough to find this highly amusing. XD

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PIMPINELLA. Awesome. :D