Musings about writing, being a freelance editor, and life in general, with healthy doses of humor and unapologetic acts of silliness.
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Spiders From Hell
Those who know me best know that I do not like spiders. To appease all you do-gooder nature freaks, I will admit they have a place in the Great Scheme of Things. They are wonderfully beneficial in the garden. They are NOT wonderfully beneficial inside my house. It is now fall, and what with the interminable ongoing remodeling (will it ever end?) and the advance of cooler weather, the spiders are making their way indoors. Six weeks ago I woke up with 6 spider bites on one leg, and 1 spider bite on the other. The picture above shows three of the bites a week after they first appeared. What really freaked me out is that I apparently got bitten in my bed. Meaning a spider was in bed with me. Probably brought in with the sheets from the clothesline.
Six weeks later, my legs are not a pretty sight, as evidenced by the photo on the right. Despite the passage of time, the bites are still a violent red and they itch something fierce. This is the first (and, I hope, only) time I have been bitten by a spider and it is not something I want to repeat. What's worse is now I'm getting those gigantic scarey "drain spiders" that appear in my bathtub and sinks. You can't kill them with Raid. They just shake it off and laugh in your face. Then they scuttle up to the ceiling where they hang out, waiting to slide down on their butt thread to scare you as you wash your face or brush your hair.
I'm retired from freelance editing and living the good life. I love not working for a living! I live on a small farm in rural western Washington State where I reside with my dogs, cats, and horses. I have a warped sense of humor and I'm joyously silly most of the time.