Oooh, it's a dark and gloomy Tuesday morning and I just had a quick scare. It is the season of Spring that gets me on edge. What was that? Oh, I thought that piece of fuzz in the corner was a spider. WAIT! I just blew on it and it IS!! Oh man, here we go!
That was just one reenactment of how Spring recently started for me. Oh sure, I love the flowers in full bloom on the trees outside my house. I love that little glimmer of interest I get in gardening when the weather is perfectly temperate. I love taking the kids to the park leisurely glancing over my book at them as one continually rescues the other from a perilous hanging from high places on the jungle gym, feet scrambling and screaming. Oh the pure bliss of fresh air and outdoors and silly offspring! *INHALE*
But then there ARE those bugs. First it's the flies. Then a butterfly or two-but who doesn't like those really? Now, my nemesis the grasshopper has arrived back in town. I know this because one almost caused me to make a scene in the entrance at Wal-Mart yesterday as I started to barrel in for groceries. There HE was, as long as my middle finger and just as vicious a gesture, daring me to cart around him on either side. I didn't have the proper birth I needed to safely pass him so I froze abruptly. And just stared, wondering if we could go yet another day without groceries. Then, I looked around to see if anyone was taking notice of my dilemma. Sadly, I mean, ahem, fortunately, no one shared my quandary. So I slowly backed the cart away from the hideous stiff backed mirador and went in front of the checkers clearly shaken that even my fluorescent lit "indoors" is no reprieve from the creachsters of Spring.
But alas, when it's time for the spiders to rear their ugly heads and head right into my house, there really is no safety for Shan anymore. I'm on edge and I'm wearing shoes(and maybe gloves)-at all times.
Last year at some point, and I don't know if Jamey believes me on this one, I had developed such a keen eye for spiders I could ALWAYS find one( my record was three at once-shiver) just sitting by the baseboards, ready to dart at first look. And no, I'm not crazy I killed several of these such evil-doers myself out of desperation to escape their venomous clutches!
You see here at my house, the ONLY spider that ever wants to actually live with us is the BROWN RECLUSE! The same ROTyourFlesh RECLUSE that almost killed my hearty chihuahua a few years ago! These are not the dear sweet Julia Robert's voiced Charlotte's that add personality(if you go for that sort of thing)to your garden. Nope. These are slightly more cupboard hiding and well...FLESH ROTTING!! So I wear shoes because I want to keep my toes, as silly as it sounds. And, as soon as I see the second brown and ugly, I'm fogging the place-ECO or not!
