Well, it’s strange to know family members are reading these posts… Gulp. But, handy because it turns out my little brother (well, he was little at the time of the tarantula debacle, now he’s just younger) was a witness to the incident described in yesterday’s post.
He corroborates the story and though he was only three or so, he remembers quite clearly how my father dealt with the spider in question.
Apparently, toddling Pete wandered out to some sort of garden shed behind the house to see what Dad was up to (I imagine muttering, crashing sounds, maybe a thunk). Dad emerged with a hand saw (so that’s how he did it!) and a board full of spider pieces.
Turns out we each had a piece of the story and now, finally, have filled some gaps in what was apparently an unforgettable childhood incident.
Disclaimer: My brother does not look like this - he’s not nearly this grizzled - but he dropped the saw comment on me out of the blue in a text this morning and I’ve been busy all day and evening and foolishly decided to scribble down these sketches using indelible ink -any erasing, therefore, not possible.
Now that Pete has entered the narrative, I will endeavour to redraw him a little more realistically … Hah. As I typed that word I had to chuckle as none of the drawings so far are in any way realistic… Um, I’ll draw him more appropriately - so one could sort of tell who it is (he has aged much better than this cartoon would suggest).
There are several Dad, Pete, and me tales to come so I need to draw his toddling/childhood persona better as well. Stay tuned.
However, in the interest of keeping things moving along and filling in gaps (as they want to be filled, and sticking to my daily post regimen), I’ll plop these here as placeholders.
See you tomorrow!