Spider on the workbench. Why?

Our house guest complained of mosquitoes in the casita (little house) so I had to clear space on my horribly cluttered workbench to slap together a screen insert for the window.

In which process I discovered a rather large, upside-down, and pretty-much dead spider. No idea how or why it got there, nor what killed it.

I think spiders are cool, but yuck.

Waterproofing: busy day

Since we’ve recently had painting done, we thought it time to try to address some persistent moisture problems on parts of the wall that couldn’t be painted. Inside, our new do-anything guy removed all the revoque (surface) of a section of wall, drilled lots of holes, and set bottles of Igol Infiltración, which eventually empty themselves into the surrounding brick and waterproof it. We hope.

waterproofing wall

Outside, despite being almost directly below a valley in the roof where the most water pours off, the owner/builder apparently made no provision for waterproofing the subterranean part of the sunken living room wall. Even though fixed in place, the pretty-but-shitty window on the right allows water into the wall as well.

exposed bay window foundation

Meanwhile, our Namibian tenant in the campo sought advice from a local South African with lots of building experience, and the two launched into solving water problems on the flat roof there. Typical of Uruguayan construction, the bottom of the drain pipe was slightly above the lowest part of the roof, leaving pooled water to soak through the inevitable cracks in the concrete.

Waterproofing the roof, campo

I helped somewhat, but mostly watched and listened, trying to sort out what they were saying to each other in Afrikaans.

Between the to-and-froing, I managed to take Benji walking with all his buddies, and saw this decent-sized spider casually making its way across our path.

Mandatory shirt-off-on-the-beach day

No photo (you’re welcome).

Stiff onshore breeze pushing spray off the tops of tiny milk-chocolate-brown waves, some kids playing in the surf. Peaceful, nice.

Hot sun, but saving breeze.

Martín and Rafael, building the outdoor roof in the campo, and son Jesse, mowing the lawn shirtless, all fried and feeling the heat. I did inside chores: sealing floor tiles, putting up last of doorway molding, adding a strip to the bottom of the front door to close a 2cm gap which allowed all sorts of interesting critters to enter.

Poco a poco….

 

My pet tarantula

House in the country not yet habitable. Workers Martín and Rafael preparing to leave Friday afternoon when Martín calls me in to see our new visitor. After some little discussion of how they weren’t dangerous, Martín said they usually kill them just to be sure. I said let it be my guest for the weekend.

It’s a small one.

Related: Itsy bitsy spider

Itsy Bitsy Spider

Apologies for the blurry photo. Even though it didn’t move once, for some reason I didn’t feel like leaving my hand on the wall longer than necessary, next to this little visitor to our country house.

Like the large frog that appeared inside a couple weeks ago, I saw no reason to evict it. It’s welcome to use the space while we’re not there.

Unless, of course, it decides to lay eggs and produce a thousand more Itsy Bitsies….

We don’t often see tarantulas in this part of the country, but have seen some that make this look like a baby.