Spring is definitely here and that is wonderful news, but why do I always forget that with spring come the spiders? Spider season is definitely back in business from what I have seen in my lawn and (sob) in my house. I have tried to be brave and shrug off this fear, but I am coming clean...I HATE spiders. Well, even now I need to add an addendum to that. I don't hate jumping spiders. Yes, I know spiders well enough to distinguish many at a glance. I read a book in my youth called Castle Roogna and one of the main characters is a huge jumping spider. And for some reason, they have never bothered me again. Fortunately, that is the type that mainly get into the house and I can ignore them (literally, they don't bother me a bit). Although here in Utah they have one jumper that is huge, black, and hairy and I won't kill it, but it can't stay in my house like the others.
However, ANY other spider is on my hit list. Depending on my mood and how close to my children it comes, a spider will either be
A) squished immediately
B) put outside if I can find the courage, or
C) put under a glass until Tyler can take care of it when he gets home
This last variety is usually found on the floor because cups don't stay on the ceiling too well.
In other good (or bad) news, I have spiDAR (much like Radar) so I will usually notice a spider when no one else would (Robyn has inherited this trait). This is good because I can get rid of them, but bad because I am painfully aware of just how many spiders really get into the house (and I know I am still missing quite a few). Ew, just thinking about this has made me a little nausesated, which started when I went looking for an image to put with this post. Big mistake. I have only confirmed my innate fear and seen some spiders that were not ever meant to be seen by my eyes. I am pretty sure I know what I will be dreaming about tonight.
Suffice it to say, happy spring, watch out for spiders.