On our road trip we stayed with family in Midland, Texas. When I was a kid I caught some horned toads (aka, horny toads, which are some of the coolest lizards in the world) there, and have fond memories of hunting for stuff.
My son, about the age I was when we was there last, regularly went out to the yard to see what he could find. We were told the corner of the 1/2 acre, with a wood pile, was the best place to look for critters.
One morning William ran in, barely able to speak/yell, but it was clear we had to run out to see what he found… a freaking awesome wild tarantula!
Why aren’t we lucky enough to get this stuff in our yard in Utah? Dangit.
Anyway, we took a few pictures… this is my favorite… I kept saying “put your hand closer… closer, closer…” until he finally said, with anxiety, “DAD!” Like, “DAD, you are freaking crazy! I like animals, but I don’t like posing like this!”
Nonetheless, the picture turned out great, don’t you think?