Seriously, the spiders have got to go.  Please understand that I am not a wimpy person.  I am really not afraid of much.  However, spiders unhinge the trapdoor to my craziness.

My sister disposed of the big one on my deck Friday … She had me doubled over with laughter and tears as I watched her do battle.  I was safely peering through the back door window.  She said to heck with our Dad’s theory that it was a “good” spider.  Anything that beastly-looking and close to the house had to go.  She’s no-nonsense that way.

Saturday morning my son saw a big, hairy spider staggering across the family room.  The cats had already played with it, so it wasn’t moving too quickly.  I told my son to keep an eye on it while I got something to whack it with and a pile of paper towels with which to pick it up.

Last night my husband had one visit him while he was on the computer.

This a.m. a hairy, long-legged one was trying to block my path to the kitchen.  I froze.  It froze.  There was no one available to help me.  >:{  No one to save me from being consumed by the spider if I fainted.  I swatted at it with my house shoe, but my own squeal startled me and threw my aim off.  The spider scooted under the basement door, unharmed, chuckling slightly.  Which brings me to my next point … the basement.

For 5 years I have sprayed the perimeter of our home with bug spray.  For 5 years I have asked pig farmer to spray the basement.  The basement (picture old, icky cellar) creeps me out.  I know the spiders hold their fall convention down there.  For 5 years pig farmer has passively-aggressively ignored me.

I guess I only have one choice left – hire a contractor to spray for us.