Scary visitor… the cousin returned at night

So, speaking of scary visitors, I saw my ex-wife the other day . . .

I used to get bit occasionally when I installed cable, mostly when working under the house. One time I gota series of bites, probably four, on the back of my neck. The bug must have been stuck between my shirt collar and my neck. Anyway, it hurt and itched like a case of shingles for about a week, then apparently healed up. It wasn’t going to kill me, but it wasn’t particularly comfortable either.

Actually, and rather surprisingly, I live in the high desert now, where we have lots of spiders, yet I rarely see snakes, and even more rarely see dangerous snakes. Frankly that surprises me.

You’ll find more of the buzz tails in the alfalfa fields and the rocky ridges out there. Once in a while in the sagebrush

he widows have a egg sack that is light tan-pale yellow with spikes all over it. That’s usually the first thing I see. The web strands are stronger with the brown widows than most spiders and they forn a kind of tunnel that they hide in or are at the mouth of a tube or other similar object. Sometimes they hide inside long recesses on our issued recycle and trash bins where the giveaway is the web lines they put out.