Spiders. There are some big freaky freaking spiders here in the wilds of suburban Philadelphia. It could be that my yard backs up to a forested area. It could be that we had stragglers sleeping our boxes and they’ve come alive. I don’t really know. And I don’t really care all I know is I’m up at 11 pm writing about spiders because the mother of all spiders just waltzed across my bedroom floor towards my bed like he owned the dang place.
Slight screaming, throwing of flip flop and general hysteria ensued.
But I got that freaky spider and I’m happy to say he’s swimming with the fishies or whatever else may be down the sewer pipes. (that begs a question: when you kill a bug do you flush it or throw it away in the trash can? does it depend on the bug? just curious)
I am okay-not okay with bugs but spiders freak the crap out of me and if they have to be in the house they need to stay CONFINED to the basement dungeon where they belong. (again, a question: does anyone else call their basement The Dungeon? is it just me? maybe this is why I find basements unsettling…)
I am wondering with the unbelievable amount of crap we have in the basement and I’m talking we could make a mint in a yard sale amount of stuff if bombing the space is an option. You know bug bombs. Do they work? Actually do they even make those?
I don’t know but something has got to go and it had better be the spiders. I think I’ll go sleep with one of my stinky kids because the idea of that spider having some friends hiding under the bed or the couch or the dresser in my room…shudder. I’ll spend the night clawing myself thinking they are crawling all over me.
What freaks you out? Bugs? Spiders? Snakes? Let’s hear it.
Oh and head over to Venus vs Mars today. I’m covering the mystery of the Magic 8 Ball. Intrigued aren’t you?