Aside from being an awesome place to live, the South has given me fodder for about a million blog posts.
Case in point. Last night, Tony was puttering around in the backyard and the garage and then came in and sat down at the desk. I walked by and was going to give him a squeeze and when I got close, I saw this huge (not exaggerating, quarter-sized) spider hanging out on his back. I'm usually not too squeamish about spiders, but I don't know much about Alabaman spiders and I didn't like it on my husband's back. So I start yelling, "You have a spider on your back!" and he says "Well get it off!" I went over to him and swiped it off and it flies across the hallway and hits the pantry door. And EXPLODES into about a million little itty-bitty baby spiders. Gag. We spent the next 10 minutes spraying spider spray and cleaning up.
So basically, I saved Tony's life last night. And he owes me a life debt. Or at least a new pair of shoes.