Spider quota for the past week:
- black widow in kitchen -- DEAD
- little white spider above kitchen sink -- MIA, presumably alive
- grey fuzzy spider in shower -- DEAD
- white leggy spider on bed -- ALIVE
- brown fuzzy spider that came off ceiling into my lap -- DEAD
- daddy longlegs above dining table -- ALIVE, he eats the other bugs
- grey fuzzy spider on bedroom wall -- DEAD
- black widow on front door -- DEAD
- daddy longlegs in bathroom -- ALIVE
- black widow on walkway -- DEAD
- black widow in flowerpot -- DEAD
- black widow on mailbox -- DEAD
While I was traveling and BF was moving all our crap into our new house, he promised he'd bug bomb the place before I came home. By "new" house, I mean our 100 year old mostly brick farmhouse with an a-frame second story that's cracking at the seams--spider heaven. Of course, he didn't and the first night in our new little nest I stepped outside to see three big, black, and bootylicious black widows hanging out of the eaves. Being a dutiful arachnophobic damsel in distress, I leapt behind BF squealing and shoved him to KILL THEM! KILL THEM! Some WD40, lighters, and laughs later, they were dead. The next day I had a run in with a brown recluse (man, that baby had legs that went on foreeeever!), and then I realized my instinctual scream and run away tactic wasn't going to work.
Now, I've never really dealt with "dangerous" spiders, so black widows, brown recluses, hephalumps and woozles are all new to me. As with most scary things, it's the fear of the unkown that really gets you, so I'd like to clear up a few spider falacies for my fellow scaredy cats.
Read on...
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