Impregnated spiders….black paint-dusted
counters tables chair desk walls floors EVERYTHING…
It just keeps getting better.
Who is that masked
It sure ain’t the Lone Ranger….
Every once in a blue moon, I have a hankering for a Blue Moon, and as I was passing our back door (to the garage), something caught my eye. My personal bandit.
This isn’t the first time he visited…doubtful it’ll be his last.
At least the pictures were better this time.
**If** I were a drinkin’ woman, between over-sized rats and pregnant spiders, I’d be bellying up to the bar right about now ;).