After my scorpion conquest yesterday I didn’t stop hunting bugs. I came across another tarantula by the museum that saw me and made a mad dash for the holding pond. I seem to frighten them more than they frighten me (unless I have my net out, then they charge at me like a bull at a matador with a red cape).
I nabbed a giant beetle and a scarab beetle and then began the search for a longhorn beetle. I had chopped down a myriad of trees in the “park” to facilitate my hunt. I didn’t ever see one perched in the park. There was a lone stump outside of Nook’s where I found him after selling off a bunch of fish.
I think Blathers had to take some Xanax after all of the bugs I gave him. He seemed very agitated.
This morning I walked outside and was greeted by Pete waiting outside my door. He had an urgent letter from Nintendo. I was expecting the MIA Ladder Shades that were supposed to arrive last week (sounds a lot like my MIA strategy guide from amazon.com). Instead I got a charming letter on hamburger paper and a hot dog hat.
I’m not sure whether to love or loathe my phallic ode to American bigger, better, faster, more mentality but I’ve been wearing it all day nonetheless. So far none of my neighbors have snickered at me…at least not that I’ve heard. Although Scoot did call me a blowhard.
Tonight after hot dogs and sangria (the hat made me do it!) I watched K.K. Slider as a special treat. I always forget to go see him on Saturdays. Then I set out for more bug hunting. I was hoping to catch a golden stag beetle and maybe a marlin.
The golden stag beetle evaded me. Once I thought I found him, but it turned out to be an elephant beetle instead. Oh well. I caught all sorts of other beetles: an atlas beetle and a plethora of dynastid beetles.
Fishing wasn’t going much better. I did hook an ocean sunfish and another hammerhead. Something that might have been a marlin got away. I keep telling myself it was just a napoleonfish.
I saw another scorpion—briefly. I was fishing when I saw it out of the corner of my eye. He skittered off to the left. A mosquito bit me. I yelped. Next thing I knew the scorpion had drowned himself. Stupid scorpion.
I was not expecting to see a tarantula five minutes after the scorpion. I was still attempting to fish/catch a golden stag when out of the corner of my eye I saw something running along the western wall. I crept up slowly from the south and confirmed his fuzzy presence. I figured if I whipped out my net he would bite the bejesus out of me, so I decided to try and scare him north (there was no water for him to fling himself into) towards the ramp where I caught the scorpion. The herding worked. When I was safe on my ramp I pulled out my net. He charged the wall and I started swinging. A few swipes later and I came away with a tarantula.
Once again I ran straight to Blathers to donate the beast.
“H-h-hoo… I daresay that is a tarantula.
STOP! Do NOT free it! Leave the beast caged!”
No worries there. I wasn’t about to take that thing out.
“Insects rather bother me. Touching them strikes me as quite revolting, wot?
Hoo, such foul fuzziness! And have you seen how fast they move?It’s enough to make an owl faint.”
Um, yes, I have. In fact I have been bitten and I did faint thank you very much.
“They’re quite docile beasts, and it’s documented that they rarely attack people…
But when I look at them up close like this, I start to wonder if the experts might be wrong, eh wot?!
Bleh, enough, I say… Our thanks for the donation.
We shall endeavor to keep the wretch safe and happy.”
I wasted no time in going to the bug room to check on my donations. I was surprised to find the tarantula right next to the scorpion. I was even more surprised when they began to circle each other and fight. Then I was sad when a mosquito bit me…
I went back to the beach after that to hunt for the golden stag & marlin, but they just weren’t appearing. I figured having nabbed the other creepy crawly was good enough for one day.
Vella: 1
Tarantula: 1