Across the lake Saturday night you could see him coming in the old metal canoe. The canoe glided smoothly along and you could tell the paddler was at ease on the water. Max was in from Texas; we grew up together and he was heading over to join in on a little McLaughlin Group party we were having on the dock. Immediately upon arrival he was offered a very stiff martini which he gladly partook of. As we joked and caught up someone noticed a massive black spider in the hull. Shouts of "smash it", "step on it" and "kill it" echoed over the the warm waters. My sister and I were the only ones privy to who Max is, the others were unaware of his comfort with all things creepy, crawly and venomous. As the night wore on, Max became a little more unsteady and his balance appeared off. NO! it was not poison from the widow, but fluids provided by the aka "assassin." Max then took the not so unusual move for him, and proceeded to corral the venomous widow in a small cup. Once captured it was passed around for all to stare at. Late into the evening and I am sure well into his 4th or 5th stiff one, it was time for Max to return. The widow in the small plastic cup was placed in his pocket as he kneeled down into the canoe and made his way for home. Needless to say, the return path of the canoe was far different then the straight cut across the water we all saw earlier in the evening. He eventually did make it to the other side and now I'm quite sure has made the long drive home to Texas where he resides not only with his wife and one son but also with 100 plus reptiles, some venomous and some not, and one very big and very black, Malibou Lake widow.
This is Dave, from The McLaughlin Group, keeping it real in real estate!