I think spiders have been this year’s theme. We had our giant monster spider living on one entire half of the back deck for part of the summer, porch spiders that we watched torture like-sized bugs, and more than a few times I was called into the shower (by Eddie AND Rosie) to kill shower spiders. Yesterday I woke up at 3 a.m. to five swollen, itchy bites along my exposed thigh. If I hadn’t woke up and freaked out in the apropriate manner I would most likely have been eaten alive.
And that little bastard is still roaming around the house. Probably my bedroom. My live and let live philosophy is being tested. A. F.
Not that I have much choice in the matter. We’re talking about something the size of a quarter, at best. And we all know how well I keep track of money.
I want to vow to kill all of the little bastards mercilessly upon sight. But today in the bathroom there was a pale, unsuspecting and small specimen crawling underneath the vanity.
And I couldnt kill him. He just looked so innocent, doing his own thing.
He will probably attack again tonight. I hate being a sucker.