From frequent commenter, Skippy, "Where does you sense of humor come from and why do you like to torture your readers [with pictures of spiders]"
Clearly Skippy is skeeved by spiders. I do sympathize as there are a fair number of creepy crawlies that I do not like, but for the most part pictures of them don't throw me into hysterics. Now butchered eyeballs? Or any pictures of instruments coming close to eyeballs? Just typing about it gives me the shivers. But I wasn't INTENTIONALLY trying to torture any spider-phobic readers, they just pose well for pictures. And the post in question was about a cave cricket - a grody mutant spider thing with long spindly grass hopper legs (THOSE SKEEVE ME OUT) and I needed to share this information. It's important to know these things exist. A service to my readers (you're welcome). I will try VERY hard in the future to warn you of any impending spider picture.
As for my sense of humor, that is totally to be blamed on this guy
My dad was nothing but a giant kid. Now when my mom says that she means it in a negative way and it was the basis of their divorce. For me and my brothers, however, it meant nothing but smiles and jokes. He made us blue mashed potatoes, encouraged tickle fights and frequently sat down on the floor with us as we played. All three of us have a warped sense of humor and easily slip into giant kid mode.
He would have been proud of my penchant for practical jokes and he would have roared with laughter over the retribution I have received for doling them out.
Life can be shit and he waded through plenty of it. If we wait for everything to be sunshine and flowers we will be very disappointed people. Make the most of what you've got where you're at and find the humor in it. If there is no humor to be found, make it.
