A tarantula fell in my path
I find many scary creatures in my house in Mexico
A tarantula fell on my path blown from a tree, a Scorpion sped under my baby’s cot tail unfurling. my baby protected from its sting by bowls of water on each cot leg. a huge moth as big as a bat flew into my kitchen wafting is powder around. “We call them witches” Rosita said I watched a spider eat one just like him No it’s just shedding its skin Termites mend the tunnel connecting their castles A Hummingbird sipped necta...
