While prepping the grill for a few of my delicious steaks, I felt a tickle up the back of my leg. *stomp* Damned flies I'm thinking. But this critter is too persistent. *stomp* Almost have the charcoals and wood arranged to perfection...what the fuck?

I look back to see the Black Widow scrabbling through the hairs up toward that very sensitive skin behind my knee. *big stomp*

My attention has turned to the evil bitch now helpless on the ground...summary execution was in order. *final stomp*

Time for another beer and perhaps a celebratory shot o tequila...I have a new bottle of anejo calling.