I hate spiders. We have an unending supply of them at our house. They live in our garage, the side that has a few miscellaneous boxes from my childhood/single life on it. I was cleaning up the garage today, something I'm loathe to do (due to the spider invasion) when I found one clinging onto the flap of my "garage sale" box. Springing into "oh no, this is awful" mode - which resembles panic, I karate kicked the box flap and managed to kill it without seeing it die. Now, I feel icky. Even post-shower.
So, who thought it was okay to encourage the itsy bitsy spider to crawl up the spout again? Why can't he just stay washed out? Is the song meant to be warning to the rest of us about the unrelenting efforts of the spiders? If so, point taken.
My spiders are indefatigable. They pop up everywhere at a moments notice. I wash them off with the hose, they come right back. Super soak them and double the wax at the gas station car wash and my car will stay shiny - right up until I park it in the driveway. At that point, the spiders will weave webs all over my tires and my side view mirrors and my door handles. Like a boss.
Visitors beware: If you are like me and have an itching fear of spiders, park in the street. At least until we can get some sort of professional out here to spray the place down. One day, I will have victory over the spiders. I will!
And that pesky hornet, too! (different story, different day)
Hoping your summer is about to kick off pest-free!
Mrs. V
