If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?
Anywhere but these green bits:

One of my blog followers, who lives in Oklahoma, told me that their cats would bring in tarantulas, dead and undead. They told me this a long time ago – some years, in fact – but it’s not the sort of thing that you easily forget.
For whatever reason I decided, last week, to check which US states had native tarantulas, expecting it to be just Oklahoma, Florida and perhaps a couple of the desert ones. I had no idea it would be as many as this, including Colorado (where we have friends and family members who have invited us to visit – it’s now a firm NOPE to that) and Louisiana (where we’d hoped to go on holiday next year – it’s a firm NOPE to that, too).
The only thing worse than visiting a tarantulary place would be living in one, with a cat who hunts. I could see Louis Catorze bringing in a tarantula, believing he could take it on, then realising that he’d quite literally bitten off more than he could chew and releasing the monster under my bed.

Do you live in the Danger Zone? Have you ever had to deal with any of the offending beasts (tarantulas, I mean, not bastard cats)? Part of me doesn’t want to know, yet the other part really, really does.

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