I live in an area of the country with three possibly deadly and definitely scary pests: Rattle Snakes, Scorpions, and Black Widows. While the first two in the group are not to be messed with, the black widow spider is far more difficult to avoid. They are everywhere. In the past month I have found them in the bathtub, as well as within inches of my bed and The Max’s bed. I’m told that this time of year is particularly bad as they are mature and most deadly. I do know the chances of fatality when being bitten are low, but still, it would ruin my day.
Here’s one I found outside the house. The little brat gives a Halloweeny feel, but I’ll pass on the free decorations. Today, they must die. So, I shall bomb the house.
The spider killing kit directions state I must close all windows and open all cupboards and leave for two hours. This gives me a free pass to drive into town. “Big Deal?! I drive to town every day! Heck, I LIVE in a town.” Are those thoughts running through your head? I don’t get to go to town every day, I mean I could. It’s five bucks or more round trip into town in gas funds and it also adds quite a few miles to the car. Always before, I was free to stop by the store daily. That is no longer a part of my life.
So, I am going to try and cram a bunch of errands and a teeny bit of shopping into my epic trip to town. I feel like Laura Ingalls must have when she went to the general store and Ma and Pa bought her some new fabric to make a dress. I don’t know how to sew. I must learn.
That spider is REAL???!!!???
I want that wagon.
That spider is very real. I found many spiders (not all were widows) and other bugs lying dead on the floor when I got home. I felt a little bad,
In front of the world, I promise you, Amy, if I ever win powerball, you shall have a covered wagon. Yup.
That’s it. I’m either going on a spider killing spree or I’m moving out. You’ve got a bigger pair than me, lady. I couldn’t hack it.