Not a good start to the day. Two huntsman spiders in the bedroom. Count them. TWO. I detest these things at the best of times but to sneak in the open window during the night through the tiny space between the fly screen and the window, well that's just un-Australian. Particularly when you've paid a small fortune for fumigation. Max (pictured) is no deterrent for these unruly stick invaders. The best he can do is remove one of their legs and wonder why they don't want to play any more. Max's hunting skills are somewhat lacking. He loses interest in most crawling things pretty quick and prefers to spend his time embedded in a Laura Ashley blanket. The chooks are the masters when it comes to tracking down insects. They can spot a creepy crawly from a great distance. Could have done with them in the room last night but the crowing thing at the end of the bed would be a problem. Animals never fail to entertain around here. Every morning a well loved Ute drives past with two kelpie dogs tied up in the back. Every morning they both bark and bark with tails wagging as they go past. And then in the evening I hear them on return still barking, tails still wagging. I always imagine they are saying "We're off now, we're off to work..." and then "We're back now, we're back..". Hilarious. I don't suppose they are calling out to Max. He's busy anyhow.
