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They're tarantulas... and don't forget about our favorite desert friend: the scorpion.
True story: I was lazing around at home on the floor one night, go into the kitchen for some water and suddenly I realize our desert friend, the scorpion, has hitched a ride on my shoulder, and is dangerously close to my neck!
While I spluttered and clicked my uvuvla like a Nairobi tribsman, I stripped off my shirt quicker than you can say "hey, our desert friend, the scorpion, has hitched a ride on my shoulder". I watched him scluttter under the toe kick in the kitchen, grahbed my trusty old combat boot... and a can of Raid.
Well, Boot didn't fit under the toe kick, so I sprayed the fucker, left his body lying in state abit & announced to any and all other desert friends, the scorpion, "THAT'S RIGHT! YOU ARE THE KURDS, I AM CHEMICAL ALI! COME NEAR ME AGAIN, AND YOU CAN DIE JUST LIKE YOUR LITTLE FRIEND HERE!"
M.E.B.
(sunshine on bob denver's shoulders may make him happy, but
scorpions on mine, freak me the fuck out)
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