The huge spider thing that Taylor sent a picture of a few weeks ago was actually a tarantula. The photo was taken outside of their house and he hopes that there is nothing like that inside of the house or he won't be sleeping much.
Taylor now considers himself a true Mexican Missionary. He got super sick (supposedly from something he ate) and had to get some medicine from the ward mission leader, who is also a doctor. It really put him under for the rest of that day. The next day he felt a bit better.
Taylor and his companion also had their first run-in with dogs. The first was a little one that came up and bit his pants, scratching his leg. Then a huge dog came chasing after him too. He said, "They were ganging up on me! Sending the tiny one first to sneak up on me! Cheaters!" He ended up using his big ol' boot-like shoes to kick at them (feeling sure that he looked like a "ninny"). They both finally ran away and then the missionaries went off to their next lesson. Taylor has since borrowed a slingshot from his district leader and said he has it hanging out of his pocket like "Dennis the Menace" just in case they see that dog again.
He closed his e-mail by saying, "Time is up :/ I love you all, and thanks for all your prayers and letters. (I received......wait for it....17 today so that might just be a record for the mission). Thanks a bunch and Merry Christmas to all the family members and ward members that sent me Christmas cards today. Ha ha...Luff you all! Con amor, Taylor
Sea feliz, sea Mormon (Be Happy, Be a Mormon)