Insects and I have a sort of love/hate relationship. They love me and I hate them. Wherever I have been in my life it seems I find some multi-legged monster that just will not leave me be.
Not everyone is as anti-anty as I am of course. If you have a thing for creepy-crawlies then I recommend the writings of the Bard of Ely, Tenerife’s own David Bellamy and a staunch supporter of the environmental protection of of all things great and small on Tenerife.
If you spy a fly that you can’t identify then visit Antlions and Other Unusual Insects of Tenerife which is what I did when this alien looking creature made camp on my clothes horse.
According to the Bard, this handsome chap is a Robber Fly.
The Robber Fly (Promarchus latitarsatus) is also active in the sunshine when it hunts winged insects including bees, butterflies and moths and other types of fly, and it kills them by a bite with its proboscis. Its larva lives in the ground and in rotting wood and eats other insect larvae.
Lovely.
You can choose to take a formal class or a paseo and there are children’s ponies as well as large horses for those with more experience.
You can call Ula on 646807234 to book your Tenerife horse-riding experience. If you do, tell her Julie sent you. 
I knew it was going to be madness before they arrived. You don’t get invaded by two sisters-in-law, one bro-in-law and three kids, the youngest of which is two without experiencing a teeny bit of disruption in your life.
They are all French too, so mostly I don’t have a clue what they are rabbiting on about and they commandeer my kitchen to cook massive meals which are very tasty I’m sure but enough already! I don’t want to eat a three course meal for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
My poor cat will never be the same, having been dragged across the room by her tail and strangled by the youngest kid. The dogs are permanently banished to the patio to stop them being stressed out by the noise level. I wish I could shut myself out there with them at times.
Of my kids, one has abandoned me in favour of her glam French Ta Ta and the other has become a Nintendo DS addict since receiving that overgenerous gift from the other auntie. When I do prise the NDS from his sweaty clutches to force him to interact with the other kids, he somehow always manages to be in the middle of a fight in nano-seconds.
Oh boy. It’s nice to see visitors arrive but it is bloody marvelous to see them go.
Being as I am a little on the vertically challenged side, my young nephew bravely stepped into the breach and volunteered to go Bob Diving on my behalf.
He’s very happy he did as you can see from the following excert. 
I did one of the most extraordinary activities in the world or Europe at
least. Bob (Breathing Observation Bubble) Diving. It was one of the most
brilliant experiences I have ever had.
It all started in Puerto Colon where I boarded a boat full of people and six Bob Scooters. Once on the boat it was about a 20 minute ride to the location where the anchor was dropped and we were shown how to operate the scooters – a button to go forwards and handlebars to steer.
Read Bob’s Tenerife Bob report on eTenerife where you can also make an availability request and receive a whopping €4 discount per person on a confirmed booking!
Tenerife Hiking is a new blog that looks very promising. The walk descriptions are very descriptive and provides plenty of landmark detail to keep hikers on the right path as well as a summary of the hike which helpfully includes a difficulty rating.
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Thanks to Alec for the information anyway. He also wanted me to say that if anyone needs any handy work doing he’s the very man to ask.
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This nut obviously didn’t fall far from the tree because whenever I get into a Taz-tizz the kids ask me who is coming. The only difference is that when visitors drop by in Tenerife they are coming for weeks.
Tito didn’t help by waiting until the very last minute, when I was in the shower pre-arrival of my glamorous Parisienne sister-in-law, before stealing a toilet roll and tearing it to pieces all the way up the hall. I hadn’t yet noticed so he slouched back into the bathroom, bumbled about till I looked out from behind the curtain and galloped giggling off with another one. I shrieked and pelted after him and he shot into the garden where he quite obviously laughed his silly head off at me soaking, towel-wrapped and fizzing in the doorway.
You cannot imagine how large the detritus is from a shredded toilet roll unless you’ve tried to stuff one behind the sofa in the seconds before your sister-in-law waltzes through the door.
Impressions hardly mattered by the next morning anyway when Tito stole and shredded my s-i-l’s trendy (and expensive) espadrilles.
Tito, by the way is my dog not a naughty child although he really is a brat right now. He steals anything for a game of catch-me-if-you-can, shrieks like a scalded cat if I try to leave him in the house alone, bullies Skye and would be more likely to bolt for freedom than come back if I gave him half the chance out of doors.
Thankfully we had a visit from Sharon from Happy Tails today and as always she had a couple of tricks up her sleeve to help me with my four legged enfant terrible. Not that our French visitor is likely to warm to the little bugger but at least I now have a Plan B for the next time he wants to play Toilet Roll Takeaway.
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