Hehehehe! I like your wife, Ian. She has the right idea. I'm not too squirmish about most things, except spiders and BIG insects that could KILL me if they wanted to.
I don't mind mice, rats, frogs, oppossum, you know, the things alot of women shriek at.
Spiders though.... The first panic attack I ever had was when I was about 9 years old.
My mom told me to "go look in the toilet". When I looked down, there was this HUGE spider (nearly the size of a volkswagon bug) swimming it's way around the bowl.
I thought I was going to die. Honestly. I couldn't breathe or stop from screaming.
Nice mommy dearest, eh? hehehehe
Now, I want to hear the bluejay story... but only if the birdie lives, ok?
Stacie
