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About That Time I Ate Spiders
And swallowed a mouthful of compassion
You think I’m joking don’t you? I swear to God. I positively, absolutely without a doubt, ate tiny spiders, and lemme tell ya, I didn’t enjoy it one bit.
So stick with me here while I share my story as there are two parts. Kinda. You have to know part 1 to get part 2. Sort of. You’ll see.
Part 1. This is my new life.
I live in Guatemala. It’s a whole new life and world for me here. Everything, absolutely everything, is so different from the life I lived for 53 yrs, in Northern Ontario, Canada.
When I first got here I honestly didn’t know if I would like it or not and couldn’t tell any of my family when I would be back home. I just didn’t know. That was over 6 years ago and I’m still here. This is now home.
Anyway…
This new home comes with all kinds of critters. 4 legged, 6 legged, 8 legged. You get the idea. Wings, antennae, stingers, smells. Yup. All kinds. My last apartment was in the mountains and scorpions were my roommates.
Yup, good times.
Spiders and teeny sugar ants are the most popular. Everyone has them. You just brush them off the counter, the coffeemaker, the everything, with a rag. It’s really…
