Shelob's Children

Ok, I never considered myself to be an arachnaphobiac, but after the past couple of days maybe I am. There are large dark brown spiders appearing on the floor in our house. My child happens to spend the better part (or should I say dangerous part) of her day on the floor. I spent all of Friday trying to identify, crush, and poison these creatures...no they are not brown recluses...only a slight comfort to me. They creep me out. When my loving husband came home for lunch I asked his opinion about the problem. No big deal, smoosh them and move on he suggested. I had been doing that all morning. It wasn't working. I asked him doesn't anything ever creep you out? After much comtemplation, he said, "Well maybe a spitting cobra or a rabid dog." To me that would be terrfying, not just creepy. I could see I needed some feminine empathy. I called his mom. She is good at empathizing.






We left our house Friday night and safely retreated to Conway for the weekend after I sprayed the entire house and garage.


Uncle Christopher is more creeped out by these dolls than by the spiders!

When we get back, Wally can go in the house first; perhaps there will be evidence of death and destruction wrought by the terrifying hand of me via the poison spray. I don't think I will take a death toll.