Carne Seca
Well-Known Member
Spotting a spider at 50 paces is my specialty. The other day a little mutha tried to creep and then scurry across the floor. I flung my day planner, I know old tech-so sue me, at it and nailed that sucker like I was practicing the Hammer Toss for the Olympics.
I thought, 'Got you, you little bastard". End of story.
My mother can sense them. She feels something watching her and tracks it down. She found a couple of Black Widows that way. Scary woman my mother. I call her Bruja when I'm not referring to her as Vieja Loca.