Bare Chests and Arachnids

My family has always loved their petty tortures.  Mickey Sr. especially loves to persecute our kids, that's why he wanted so many.  

For instance Mickey decided that our teenage son Whitey should hang the Christmas lights one year.  In order to do that, Whitey, who is terrified of heights, had to get up on the ice and snow covered roof.  As if that wasn't bad enough for Whitey, Mickey decided to make things even more scary by hauling out the air soft guns.  He proceeded to shoot at Whitey as he tried to hang the lights.  I stood in the doorway, hollering at the shooter, "Mickey, stop shooting the kids."  I'm sure the neighbors heard.  We were new to the hood so I'm also sure they were worried. Don't feel too bad for Whitey though.  He always gets even.   

Another time while Whitey was out on a date, Mickey put about 20 mouse traps in his bed.  When Whitey came home from his date, he climbed into bed only to be attacked by 20 snapping mouse traps.  All we heard was the snapping and Whitey yell, DAD!"   A couple of minutes later Whitey came upstairs with an air soft gun and shot Mickey while I hid under the bed covers. 

Mickey put two of our neighbor boys down in our window well and poured motor oil and condiments from the fridge on them.  It may not sound so bad but they were wearing shorts and it was a snowy, February night.  He did that to those poor boys just because they took a can of shaving cream and squirted it into Mickey's ear hole.  Mickey deserved it too.  

Our kids were raised enduring these abuses AND learning from the master.  They also practiced on their siblings.  

The first clip is of my son Whitey.  He was mountain biking and saw a tarantula on the trail.  A genius idea come to him.  He put the tarantula into the back pocket of his biking jersey (yep) and rode home.  He then put the arachnid into a big bowl and waited for the perfect moment.  

Later that day, Whitey went into the living room to find Rocky napping peacefully on the couch, bare chested and in shorts. This made for the perfect situation to dish out some brotherly persecution.  Just a side note....Rocky HATES spiders.  

Whitey retrieved the bowl with the ginormous spider and quietly crept into the living room where he ever so carefully dumped the spider right onto Rocky's bare chest.  The following is the mayhem that ensued. 

In the next clip you will notice that the chairs, tables and pillows were strewn about while Rocky screamed like a soprano.
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You will also see Mickey Sr. loving every minute of this while I shout in the background "Mickey, please make him put it somewhere!  I'm not kidding!"  In that sentence the IT refers to the tarantula. As far as my family is concerned, if you lose something like a tarantula in the house, then you just act like you don't know how it happened and wait until it ends up in someones bed.   

Mickey's has trained his children well.  The petty tortures will probably continue for generations to come but at least it gives me something to blog about.

Whitey and Rocky