My father told me that when he was fifteen, he put his foot in his shoe and a black widow spider stung him five times. He said he was sick for a day or so but recovered OK. For as long as I knew him, even when he was an old man, the vampires at the local blood bank would contact him every 3 months wanting him to donate blood because he had the antivenom (or something) from the spider in his system.


Wind in my hair, Sun on my face, I gazed at the wide open spaces, And I was at home.