a lesson from idaho {that would make my mom ashamed}


After my husband decided that it was okay for his family to know we were dating {and see us hold hands, even}, we began spending a lot of time at his house {because any excuse to get out of Rexburg, ID is a good one}.
Most of the time we just did a lot of homework.
One day, while in the basement, I went to plug in my laptop behind their couch.
Tyrel looked up and said, "Don't plug it in back there. That's where I just killed a hobo."
He then casually turned back to his homework.
You killed a homeless man!?!?!

And you are not even concerned about it?

{Now, I didn't really think my husband had killed someone, but play along with me.}

A few weeks later, we were talking about the change in weather, and he said, nonchalantly, "I guess it will be time soon to put out the hobo traps."
What is it with you Idahoans and these poor people?
What did they ever do to you?
And what is a hobo trap?
A cage with a Big Mac dangling from a string?
"Why do you have to set out a trap?"
{Still honestly confused}
"Because they will chase you. And if they bite you, you could die."
Man. I wouldn't want to live in the city.
"Do you want to see one?"
Well, shoot.
I guess.

We go back downstairs, and Tyrel pulls out a piece of white paper.
And I see something like this:

Apparently, a hobo isn't a man named Hank, but rather a disgusting spider.
Google them.
They are nasty.
And huge.
And, yes. They do chase you.
From experience.

I wasn't ever scared of bugs.
In fact, I grew up with a freezer full of them {that sounds gross?}, thanks to my Mom's degree.
I remember going fossil hunting as a family {and, yes, my family is much cooler than yours} and my mom sending us running for our lives after another crazy insect, Bell jar in one hand and the lid covered with a paper towel in the other.
We caught the coolest bugs.
And then my mom would freeze them {or send them to a different agonizing death via alcohol-drenched-cotton-ball in the jar}. 
After they had bid their fond adieus, she would carefully press the wings flat and pin them in our bug collection.
We would get out the insect guides and figure out exactly what we had caught.
Eventually, our collection looked something like this:
...except bigger.
With more bugs.
{The best part about this collection, by the way, is that while all of my friends had to catch bugs for their High School Biology bug collections, I relaxed and just took our collection with me the day the project was due. with me to school. A+? Yeah. Definitely.}

Thus, bugs never scared me.

But now.
Oh gee.
I jump every time I think I see something dark across the carpet.

And I'm scared that now I might be a little scared of bugs.

Sorry, Mom. 
Idaho corrupted me.


  1. Hahaha.....a big mac in a cage......bahahahahahahahaha and yes, I too was not afraid of bugs when I was little, because I had no ideas Hobo's existed. And now, I can't lay on the floor during the end of summer/fall transition, because I am paranoid. And Lyle's sock lint just kills me!!!!

  2. Doing laundry scares the crap out of me because I got bit by one about 10 years ago. As a native, let me clue you in on a few hobo battling techniques we have learned.
    1. There is a pack of plug-ins that you can pick up at Wal-Mart. I can't remember if they are brand Raid or Off. Doesn't matter, get several of them and plug them into walls in the kitchen, bathroom, laundry room, living room and basement. They emit a high pitched noise that humans cannot hear, but rodents and insects can. This helps. It is not 100% but it helps immensely.
    2.Sol-u-mel. If you have never heard of it, it is a cleaning solution purchased only through Melaleuca. While I realize not everyone is a fan of the company, the product (although not intended as spider repellent) works like a charm. We always make up 2 bottles of super concentrated Sol-u-mel and spray it around the window sills and doorways. As an extra precaution, I spray all around the laundry room. Relax because it will not harm you or the baby. It is 100% natural and biodegradable. Poison control will tell you if you don't believe me.
    3. As a step you have already performed, hobo traps, partially invented by a local man, Darwin Vest (Google him. Interesting story...he has been missing for several years.)
    I have known about and dealt with these nasty little beggars for years. I still hate them and they have made more than one of my friends completely arachnophobic. Eww. Good luck on your mass massacre of nasty arachnids.


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