Spider to the Fly, Snakes Alive! & Legs

We had such a fun terrific reaction to our spider on the golf cart last year, at the Tri-State Engine & Tractor Show, I was bound and determined to do it again this year.  Sadly, forgot my spider.  Happily, Jeani found a really long-legged one at Family Dollar, yay!

This one had beady red eyes that lit up!

We tried wrapping him around the snake that we'd coiled on the post.  Didn't work.

We tried wrapping him in such a manner he looked like he was after a large plastic fly.  Didn't work. 

We tried hanging a doily with him to make it look like a spider web.  Didn't work.

We finally sprawled his big body over the roof like he was clutching the golf cart.  That was pretty good.

There was a mother with 3 little boys, one was looking right at us.  He squeaked and squeeled while mom was hunting the source of his angst.  He'd spied our spider!

One pre-teen girl with crossed-arms was scrunching backwards.  I thought she was getting out of the way of our golf cart.  Nope.  Looking at her eyes which were looking at the spider's eyes, we knew she was afraid.

Jacob wasn't even sure if he liked the fuzzy spider or not.

****

Then there was the time Spencer came to the camper to get a cup of coffee.  He'd been sleeping in a pup tent with Calvin.  

Calvin had had a bad dream.  In the dream his truck was rolling away.  When he figured out who put it in neutral he got mad and started hitting.  He wasn't making contact in his dream and got madder.  Finally he made contact with the tent!

Meanwhile, Spencer moved out of the way just in time to avoid a punch!  He woke Calvin, "You alright, buddy?"  

Calvin said, "Yah, I'm fine" and told the dream theme.

So, into the camper Spencer came for coffee.  He had to brag.  When his white plastic spoon curled ... from the brew or from the heat, he didn't care, he was delighted ... he had to brag to his "assailent".

"Look Calvin, my coffee's so good it melted my spoon!  I'll bet you'd like some!"

****

Oh ho, the Trading Post was not so full this year.  It's where you can bring items to sell while you're either an exhibitor or a camper or both.   It was a dusty old place, as big as a barn!  LOL, it was a barn.  Silly me,   I'd worn white shorts everywhere, but it probably wasn't a good idea in this old animal building with a dirt floor and constant traffic kicking up dust.  

As I was coming out of there, this old geezer came barreling in driving a red 3-wheeled scooter.   Obviously he couldn't ambulate on his own or he wouldn't be driving one.  He was trying to navigate between the entrance posts.  With oxygen cannula in his nose, tank in the basket, and nondescript clothes, he looked at me and said, 

"Nice legs."

For crying out loud, you brazen ol' coot!  But thanks for the compliment...