This morning I was sleeping peacefully when I felt eyes on me. I shifted my weight in bed and turned toward the wall. My eyes popped open and I came eye to eye with a black spider. He was on the wall about a foot to the left of my table lamp. Sure, he was three feet from the edge of my bed. But still. He was in the house where I figure he did not belong. I mean, even if he’d been in the basement I would have given him some slack. But no he was in my space. And that called for action.
I lost no time putting my feet on the floor. I headed to the kitchen to find a weapon. I was no match for that fellow, Lord knows. I found a flip flop that seemed to be up to the job. Returning to the bedroom I noted he was waiting for me, same position, same glassy stare, same ugly black velvety body.
Here is a photo of where the stand-off took place. No pictures of the enemy as I would then be afraid of the photo and convinced that he was living in my camera. Nada. Nope. No photos of him.
First - scream! Then - charge! Then - whack! The flip flop provided an ample weapon and he went the way of all the other spiders I have chanced to encounter in this house recently, into the trash. He will be riding outside shortly in that large white bag with the rest of the trash and deposited in the garbage can with the lid tightly sealed, where he cannot come back alive and bother me anymore. Out of sight but, no, still not quite out of mind.
What a way to start the morning. R informed me the same spider had been in the bathroom earlier. He had escaped R’s invitation to get out of the shower and disappeared down the drain or under the shower ledge and out of sight.
Satisfied his job was over, R departed to the living room to get the morning news from TV and left me alone, to deal with the brazen spider. It was then the invader decided to take liberties and trotted on his many feet from the bathroom nearby to the wall by my bed where he scared the bejibbers out of me.
Now I’m faced with a dilemma. I recently bought spider bombs because there have been other spider sightings. My plan was to put the bombs off in the basement and vacate the house for the day, while the bombs did their job, getting rid of all the spiders and bugs who live behind the walls, in the vents, or wherever else bugs live in a house.
After reading the label on the spider bombs, I’m now as afraid of the stuff inside the bombs as I am of the spiders.
What do I do? Help! I’m in a quandary. Do I live with the creatures or endanger my life further by putting chemicals in the house? Do I move outside since all the bugs seem to be in the house. Jeez.
Has anyone had this problem? Do you mind spiders and bugs in the house? Do you use bug bombs?And yes I'm sure I'll hear from my one friend who is a devout believer that we should leave all such creatures alone and let them go about their business as we go about ours. Even if they choose to stare at us from our bedroom wall.
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All Comments Welcome!