Hey guys, Marcus speaking. I apologize for not blogging
sooner, but I just haven’t had anything exciting to write about. And I really
didn’t want to bore you about my birthday I had back in April. Just last night
I FaceTimed my wonderful Grandma, and she told me I needed to blog again. But
nothing came to mind…until today.
Every day we eat breakfast lunch and dinner with the
Romano’s, who are the other family down here working alongside us. So today
when we came back from breakfast I went outside in our backyard, where our dog,
Hunter, was barking up a storm. I couldn’t seem to figure out why. Then I
realized he was looking right above me. So, I looked upward, and almost had a
heart attack. It was a spider, bigger than my hand. It wasn’t a tarantula, you
could tell by how skinny it was. But I was still terrified and totally
speechless. I slowly walked inside, trying not to alert the massive beast. I
went into the living room where I found my mom. “T-t-there’s a s-s-spider.” I
squeaked. I’m not normally afraid of spiders, but this was just outrageous. She
followed me outside where she saw it, and her eyes widened. Then Alec came
outside where he saw it, and then Isaac, and then Ellah. At age nine, you might
think she’d be over her spider phase. But instead, she’s much deeper into
it. She sat right under it not knowing
what we were looking at. “What’s wrong?” she asked. “Ellah,” I snapped. “Go
back inside.” Of course, she didn’t listen. She and I pretty much don’t get
along, so she doesn’t do anything I tell her too, even if it’s for her own
good. Finally she looks up…and screams, and then runs inside leaving the rest
of us standing there laughing. Did I mention that my dad wasn’t there? He’s at
a construction site. Anyway, I went inside to grab my iPod so I could take a
picture of the spider. “Hello?” I hear. I turn around, and there stands the
Nutter’s, another family who are working with us. They have three kids all
under seven, and their father wasn’t there either. They came over so they could
use our Wi-Fi because they don’t have any yet. “Uh, guys, you just happened to
come over at the wrong time.” “Why? Mrs. Nutter asked. “Follow me.” I said. Her
kids stayed inside with Ellah and Madelyn, while she came out back with me. She
suggested we get a broom, so we did. I sat there recording this with my mom’s
phone, and she had the broom. She took one whack at it, and missed. It crawled
around the house and everyone screamed like never before. My mom took another
whack at it, and this time she hit, but it wasn’t dead. One more solid hit, and
it fell to the ground, dead. But the spider wasn’t the only thing broken. The
head of our broom had fallen clean off when my mom hit it the third time. Below is a picture of the massive thing. I will warn you, that it is not for the faint of heart....whatever that means.
Well, that’s about it for today. Thanks for reading!
-Marcus J
