“The itsy, bitsy spider climbed up the water spout….”
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I don’t like spiders. They creep me out. Whether they are inside, outside or upside down.
This is the time of year when they decide that it is getting a tad bit too chilly for them on the outside. They begin their trek to warmer more inviting climates, which means inside…with me. Ugh. I killed one on the rug in front of my bathroom sink this morning, mere fractions of an inch from my bare foot. If he had made it to my foot, there would have been screaming and dancing around the likes of which haven’t been witnessed before. I would have probably given my then sleeping husband a heart attack from all the noise and crashing around. Another one made a get away under the kitchen cabinet. He lived to see another day. There is always tomorrow. Then I went out to the laundry room to feed the cat, and yet another big honkin’ brown, fuzzy spider was out there. Out came the flip flop, and he was left a brown, curled up, bundle of legs. Sorry, Mr. Spider, but you crossed the threshold and that was your mistake.
This week I have been calling a truce with a rather large, black and yellow garden spider. She has made a web right next to the barn door. The door I must go through to get into the barn. I have no choice. I thought about giving her the smack down, but for whatever reason, I decided that if she didn’t bother me, I wouldn’t bother her. She is a proud huntress, patiently waiting on her prey. She didn’t want me, she wanted the mosquitoes around the barn…and quite frankly, she can have them. The barn in full of spiders, which yes, gives me the heebie geebies. Although I loved the book, Charlotte’s Web, I don’t have friendships with the barn spiders. Maybe if I see a message in one of their webs, I’ll change my mind, but until then there is no love loss.
For those of you that are reading my blog, and are lovers of spiders, or are at least merciful to them as they scurry across the floor….tough. This is not a spider friendly blog.
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