Arachnophobia
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kyra_ojosverdes... I ain't got it. I can kill a spider with my bare hands. Usually I do catch-and-release, tossing the leggy little critter outside where it won't be bothered by fussy humans.
While moving, I saw a large spider in the flower bed of the old apartment. James informed me that it was a female Hobo spider. I said something along the lines of that's nice, let's move boxes now.
When we moved into the new place, I saw a package of spider traps in the garage. "This doth not bode well," I thought, as we've been hearing about a LOT of Hobo spider bites the last few years. James lectured at length on the life and times of the Hobo spider. It was all very interesting, and I thought that I'd probably set the traps out... sometime.
Just now, I picked up a shirt from the floor, intending to put it on my body. As I lifted the shirt, I again saw a large brown spider with distinctive chevron patterns on its abdomen. I carefully carried the shirt to the bathroom and gave Spidey a burial at sea. (I usually reserve this treatment for Icky Things like centipedes, but I don't like taking chances with aggressive critters that can make me or my kiddos very ill.)
I got online to identify the spider. It was indeed a female Hobo spider. I now have a mild case of the willies. This place is much cleaner than the old place... and it will stay that way, due in large part to the monthly inspections we'll be having. I'm going to put in place a Zero Laundry Tolerance policy... absolutely no clothing or linens left on the floor to harbor spiders. I'm the worst offender on that count. One set of "after-work" shirt and jeans lasts me several days, because it doesn't have a chance to get dirty or smelly between 5:00 and 9:00 p.m. I'll have to start putting them under a pillow or something between wearings, I guess.
In other news, I've mown the lawn, planted lots of pretty bulbs for spring, baked 8 loaves of challah for the Nice Guys at Work, unpacked 10 more boxes, cooked 3 meals, swept out the garage, done 4 loads of laundry, organized the kitchen shelves, and flattened a bazillion boxes (which will be saved for the next time we move or until a friend needs to use them).
While moving, I saw a large spider in the flower bed of the old apartment. James informed me that it was a female Hobo spider. I said something along the lines of that's nice, let's move boxes now.
When we moved into the new place, I saw a package of spider traps in the garage. "This doth not bode well," I thought, as we've been hearing about a LOT of Hobo spider bites the last few years. James lectured at length on the life and times of the Hobo spider. It was all very interesting, and I thought that I'd probably set the traps out... sometime.
Just now, I picked up a shirt from the floor, intending to put it on my body. As I lifted the shirt, I again saw a large brown spider with distinctive chevron patterns on its abdomen. I carefully carried the shirt to the bathroom and gave Spidey a burial at sea. (I usually reserve this treatment for Icky Things like centipedes, but I don't like taking chances with aggressive critters that can make me or my kiddos very ill.)
I got online to identify the spider. It was indeed a female Hobo spider. I now have a mild case of the willies. This place is much cleaner than the old place... and it will stay that way, due in large part to the monthly inspections we'll be having. I'm going to put in place a Zero Laundry Tolerance policy... absolutely no clothing or linens left on the floor to harbor spiders. I'm the worst offender on that count. One set of "after-work" shirt and jeans lasts me several days, because it doesn't have a chance to get dirty or smelly between 5:00 and 9:00 p.m. I'll have to start putting them under a pillow or something between wearings, I guess.
In other news, I've mown the lawn, planted lots of pretty bulbs for spring, baked 8 loaves of challah for the Nice Guys at Work, unpacked 10 more boxes, cooked 3 meals, swept out the garage, done 4 loads of laundry, organized the kitchen shelves, and flattened a bazillion boxes (which will be saved for the next time we move or until a friend needs to use them).
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Date: 2003-10-05 05:11 pm (UTC)In other news, wow. It sounds like you've been busy. (And though I haven't said anything I'm in agreement with your other friends about the FD situation - you're much better off without him around at work and TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF. Sorry about the shouting, but seriously, be careful, okay?)
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Date: 2003-10-05 07:22 pm (UTC)You just made me really tired.
And you bake challah from scratch????
Will you marry me?
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Date: 2003-10-05 07:34 pm (UTC)Talk to
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Date: 2003-10-05 08:15 pm (UTC)*beams*
*can't think of anything else to say*
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Date: 2003-10-05 07:26 pm (UTC)- From the woman who still has unpacked boxes in a living room closet from the last move -- 3 1/2 years ago.
Spiders are cool, even poisonous ones. But not when they're in your house. Yikes!
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Date: 2003-10-05 07:40 pm (UTC)