Spiders of Lost Key

It’s that time of year when spiders begin their annual migration into my home. No chemical barrier short of DDT will stop this influx. They sense my terror. It is in their DNA, or maybe they can smell my fear.

On my way upstairs with a fresh pot of tea in hand, I spy a huge spider (larger than a 50 cent piece) hanging on the white curtain. I quietly backed all the way out of the room, set my tea on the bathroom counter top, and dashed to the kitchen for RAID. Doesn’t matter what kind of RAID. Short of a .45 or a flamethrower, I trust the spray in the can.

Not caring if the liquid turned the curtains orange, I saturated the bastard until he fell off the curtain, and made a dash for the stairs. I trapped him in a corner and drowned him in RAID. This is a two step process. The second step is the vacuum. I hate the vacuum because I somehow injure myself every time I am near it, but in the spider eradication project, it is a vital tool – hence injury free.

When people say working at home is soooo much easier than living in an office cubical, I smack them with a boat oar. People I fear not. Spiders are alien.

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