Other than the Black Widow, the only spider you have to worry about around here, he said, is the Brown Recluse.

The thing about it is you won't even know when you've been bit. Then a few days later, you get a little festering sore, then that scabs over and the scab falls off. Then a few days later you get a little bigger festering sore, then that scabs over and the scab falls off. Then a few days later you get an even bigger festering sore. Eventually, it can cover your whole body.

There's nothing they can do but cut. And if they don't get it all, the poison'll spread and they have to go back and take a bigger chunk.

My cousin's the only person I ever knew to get bit, though.

The reading on our new, 700 foot deep! well reads 2 gallons/minute. That's less water than the old well!

Welcome to the country!

This is my first entry. Welcome to my blog! It's Sunday in South Carolina. I'm listening to Frank's Place on XM Radio. It's a rainy day, but not raining at the moment. I'm grateful for the weekend, since things are still -- there's the sun! -- pretty chaotic around here, trying to get the house and grounds pulled together after moving down here from New York on the first of February. Yesterday was our three-month anniversary. We're happy.