

When we'd finished our family supper we said our "goodnights." But I would be back to Mimi's house sooner than I knew.
When I got to my room I discovered I had an uninvited guest.


Ay caramba! I've seen enough horror movies to know a tarantula when I see one! (Actually, an old James Bond movie comes to mind...)
I grabbed my flashlight and my dogs and ran back to Mimi's house (each bedroom here is like a separate house). "Mimi!" I said breathlessly. "I have a tarantula in my room."
I grabbed my flashlight and my dogs and ran back to Mimi's house (each bedroom here is like a separate house). "Mimi!" I said breathlessly. "I have a tarantula in my room."
"OK," she said. "I know what to do." She grabbed a Tupperware bowl and followed me back to my room.


Mimi placed the bowl over the spider, calmly, expertly, as if she'd done this a thousand times. "Usually I see them walking across the path when I'm going to the outhouse in the middle of the night," she said. "I almost step on them and that always sends me to the moon."
"I was proud of myself for not screaming," I told her. "But my heart is racing pretty fast."
"I was proud of myself for not screaming," I told her. "But my heart is racing pretty fast."
"You did good," she said. I beamed like a praised child, the compliment all the more meaningful coming from a woman who pioneered this place 30 years ago.


Captured! It was now safe to go to bed. And though tarantulas aren't known to travel in pairs, I tucked the mosquito netting in tightly around my bed, just in case.
I lived through the night to tell the (true) tale -- the proof is not only in the pictures, Mr. Tarantula is still in his Tupperware -- and to have a piece of banana cream pie for breakfast with Bob before he left for his home in Witchita Falls.