<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SceaL7TOdsI/AAAAAAAAAzo/_zaihE9KiE0/s1600-h/DSC04039-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SceaL7TOdsI/AAAAAAAAAzo/_zaihE9KiE0/s400/DSC04039-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316387414821729986" border="0" /></a>Do you see it?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SceZsPaW0NI/AAAAAAAAAzg/U-eqPHEa5os/s1600-h/DSC04042-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SceZsPaW0NI/AAAAAAAAAzg/U-eqPHEa5os/s400/DSC04042-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316386870464532690" border="0" /></a>How about now?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SceZe6ePk7I/AAAAAAAAAzY/4b7ER0SP_g8/s1600-h/DSC04043-1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SceZe6ePk7I/AAAAAAAAAzY/4b7ER0SP_g8/s400/DSC04043-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316386641505391538" border="0" /></a>And now?<br /><br />"WHAAAHHHHHHH! YIPES, YIPES, holy crappers!"<br /><br />That's what I sounded like at about 12:30 yesterday afternoon.<br /><br />Remember that story that was all over the local news last week - <a href="http://www.newson6.com/global/video/flash/popupplayer.asp?ClipID1=3558295&amp;h1=World%27s%20Deadliest%20Spider%20Found%20At%20Tulsa%20Store&amp;vt1=v&amp;at1=News&amp;d1=137100&amp;LaunchPageAdTag=Search%20Results&amp;activePane=info&amp;rnd=27597555">the one about the banana spider in the monkey fruit at the Tulsa Whole Foods</a>? Well, it was at the forefront of my mind as I did my weekly grocery shopping. Since I hadn't managed to convince my son to give up his banana habit, I had to brave the most sparsely populated section of the Whole Foods produce department and resist the creepy-crawlies to snag some 'nanas.<br /><br />Actually, I made my husband do it.<br /><br />Anyway. I thought I'd made my shopping trip without death-defying incident. That was, until I saw the above.<br /><br />As it turned out, it was just one of those plastic pinkie rings everyone gets at Halloween time. Still, it was pretty obvious some jackass thought it'd be funny to plant the fake spider in my precious naan bread section. In the same Whole Foods where the banana spider was found. On the day I do my grocery shopping. In my <span style="font-style: italic;">precious naan</span>.<br /><br />Thank you, whoever you are, for helping me prove to myself that my ticker is still, indeed, in great shape. Also, for the clean, midday pair of underpants.