We used to go to a Christmas tree farm every year.
We walked all over til we found
Than Honeyman cut it down and we brought it home.
It was fun for the whole family and the tree farm sold all trees for $25 a pop.
Can't beat that.
Sadly, the couple got old, retired and that was that for that special tree farm.
There were a couple others we tried.
But, the one was hard to get into unless you went the weekend after Thanksgiving.
We tried, but they seemed to think we were supposed to hunt the owners down just to get in and buy a tree.
Another one we tried was easy enough to get the tree and pay for it.
The problem was the prices.
The cheapest tree was like $40 and it looked horrible.
It will be forever known as the Charlie Brown tree.
Why would anyone pay that much for a shitty looking tree that looked as if trying to add an ornament would cause it to fall over?
How retarded are people?
But, back to the great tree farm. They had lots of good trees to choose from and we all had to agree on it.
One year we picked a nice tree.
Like we are gonna pick a bad tree.
Decorated it and everything.
Than it happened.
It was warm in our house and apparently a spider had laid her egg in the tree.
Really, no joke.
Seriously, who is going to check for a spider egg in their tree?
Well, now we know.
It was warm enough in our house that the damn thing hatched.
Just so you know that one egg holds a shitload of spiders.
We had baby spiders EVERYWHERE!
I just wanted to cry.
We had to take it down and throw it out.
Another life lesson:
Sometimes spiders come in on the tree.
You should check.