In one word: "Pfft"

Yes, Rhianwen is now saying "Pfft" after Uncle Skipper and Grandma Nanny Kim visited on Tuesday. Maybe this is the sound of the spiders finally vanishing for good...good ole Orkin man to the rescue. The spiders on the previous blog are male black widows! So they are not poisonsous, but as many people have commented, "Where there are males, there must be females!". We did find a dead female black widow in the garage. We had a whole jar of specimen for the Orkin man - a short list: male black widow, female black widow, some kind of huge hunter spider, and, lastly, a wolf spider was found at our front door. Anyone want to come visit?





Threats of spiders didn't hinder Uncle Christopher from coming. He felt that spending time with his sister and niece were much preferable to going to Italy, so he cancelled his trip to see us...well...ok, so Newark was snowed in, and we were a pit stop on the way to changing his trip from Italy to Arizona instead.




Of course, we had to have a small bomb go off this week. What new place is complete without something blowing up? In Pittsburgh it was a car battery in Wally's face, here it was...well...a charge on a small grenade??? Any guesses? (No, a cell phone did not set it off; it is there for sizing purposes only!)





Yes, unbeknownst to Rhianwen (who was blissfully taking a nap), the intrepid mommy and daddy were perched precariously on their deck chairs investigating the various boundaries of a nice sandwich (daddy) and a steaming bowl of lasagna (mommy) when daddy noticed a shiny object on deck. Shiny objects are irresistable to daddy, and hence he gingerly placed it in his hand for closer inspection. Mommy was not deterred from her task of ingesting her lasagna, but noticed daddy forcing some kind of pin out of the shiny object. Suddenly a big bang sounded and mommy whipped her head up in time to see a large short-lived flame emanate from daddy's hand. No longer was the shiny object so intriguing to daddy who was left with a charred hand and arm. This left the intrepid couple with the haunting question, "what other unknown land-mines, charges, or bombs might be lying around in the back yard?"

Rhianwen awoke unphased by the events of the day and proceeded to continue her mammoth efforts in figuring out how to twist her body as much as possible without rolling over.





"Pfft" she says with a smile and places her Spring card from Grandma Nanny Kim in her mouth, where all good reading material must go.