Well fall is upon us and these wonderful, eight legged creatures have taken this as an open invitation into my humble abode. For anyone who knows me they know that spiders are my absolute downfall. Over the years I have really made an effort to make peace with these horrible creatures, but to me, crossing into my safe zone breaks that treaty.
For several weeks now I have admired these creatures from afar. Maybe not admired as much as kept one eye on them just in case they try any funny business. But never the less I left them alone. I figure as long as they don't bother me I won't have to bother them. This arrangement appeared to work for both parties involved. Then the relationship seemed to go south. I started noticing one of my eight legged friends here and there. There would be one in my mop bucket, which I keep in the garage. I kind of let this slide because technically the garage is not the house so it would still be a neutral zone. Then they would sneak into the shower to surprise me in the morning when I was half awake, not cool. Then I would see one try to sneak across the ceiling in the living room as I'm trying to relax and watch some tv, not cool. Then I would catch them hanging in the stairways making their way from one level of the house to another, really not cool. The straw that broke the camels back would be when they decided to take over the laundry. As a busy mother of three I don't have the time to keep up on the laundry on a daily basis so the dirty laundry makes it's way to the basement. Once it's in the basement I sort it into piles usually and that's where it waits patiently to get washed. For some reason spiders love this. They see these piles as places to burrow and hide just to jump out at you when you least expect it. I don't know about anybody else but these experiences almost put me into full cardiac arrest. Not only does my heart stop, but I tend to pee a little in my pants.
After the initial shock then reality starts to set back in. Then it's like fight or flight. I am completely paralyzed with fear, but if I let it get away then it's like a free pass to continue to terrorize my home. And for some reason this year the spiders seem to be on steroids!! Literally! So needless to say my motivation to get my laundry done has completely diminished and it wasn't that high to begin with. I literally need a Xanax to get my laundry done.
So I guess from now until the cold of the winter freezes the little friggers off I will have to tip toe around my laundry room, with every light on, shaking each and every piece of laundry just to be on the safe side. Needless to say the peace treaty is void, and I now keep a shoe in every room just in case quick action needs to be taken.
