Anyone who has ever ridden, or rather, *driven* a four-wheeler on a tree-lined path will know exactly why this four-wheeler is sporting a lovely branch of wilted leaves.
It’s a “spider stick”. And it’s the person in front, if you’re riding double, who appreciates this little contraption most of all.
I am not *scared* of spiders, I just don’t want them on my face.
You can see some of the several webs and residents in the pics below. This wasn’t even half of them, but only the ones who stayed along for the ride. I collected these on my spider stick during one trip to the mailbox and back.
It is wasps that cause me to feel panic, particularly the ones trapped inside of a car with me. The discovery of such a horror will have me bailing as fast as I can slam on the brakes and open the door.
That fear must be hereditary. One day I happened across my daughter. Her car was stopped in the middle of the dirt road with all 4 doors wide open. She was outside, frantic. My two granddaughters inside were screaming at the top of their lungs. Poor kids were safely buckled into their car seats. But Gab, being cursed with my cursed fear of wasps in the car, had bailed, leaving the kids in the car to face their fate.
No worries – we got the wasp out and no one was stung. The kids recovered, but are likely also going to have our phobia even if it isn’t inherited. Hard not to after such an experience, ha. Probably a good study for nature vs nurture.
So yes. The scariest thing is wasps, not spiders. But it’s really hard to pay attention to controlling the 4-wheeler when there’s a spider somewhere on me. I’m very grateful to my eldest son who showed me how to make the stick hold itself in place. Now I’m not trying to drive one-handed while holding the stick in the other.
Predator and Prey, or the hunter and the hunted is a common theme throughout my fiction writing. No Qualms, one of my short stories (free at most retailers) is about about a predator/prey relationship. Symbiosis, my first finished novel, not published yet, deals with predator/prey relationships and the balance of energy among life on earth, sometimes symbolic and often outright. Many of my flash fiction stories (I have twitterfiction and 100-word flash stories) are also dealing with this same dynamic. This is a strong theme that runs through most of my fiction and is strongly influenced by life in the wild Ozarks where we live. My first published novel, First Hunt, also has a predator and prey theme to it. I guess it's just part of my nature.
Wild Ozark is 160 acres of beautiful wild Ozark mountains. I call what I do "nature farming" because the land produces, all by itself, the shagbark hickory trees, ferns, moss, ground-fall botanicals, and the perfect habitats for growing and stewarding American ginseng. I'm co-creating with Nature - all of the things I use to make the Fairy Gardens and Forest Folk, the bark we harvest for Burnt Kettle's shagbark hickory syrup, are produced by nature without my input. This land is my muse for inspiration when it comes to my writing, drawing, and photography. It's truly a Nature Farm.
About the voice behind this blog, Madison Woods
I'm a creative old soul living way off the beaten path with my husband in the wild Ozark Mountains. Besides homesteading, growing plants & making crafty things and newsletters, I write books and stories. My rural fantasy fiction, written under the pen name, Ima Erthwitch, usually takes place in a much altered Ozarks.