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One thing I hate about spring
Yesterday there was a medium-sized black spider spinning away in the stairway when I went down to get laundry. A few minutes ago there was another one, largish red this time, crawling across my wall. Neither spider survived the encounters and I did, but why, oh why, can't it get warmer without the scare factor? I do not need higher adrenaline levels. I just don't.
(For those who don't know, I'm arachno-web-ophobic. If the little beasts didn't spin, I'd be fine with them. But all the common varieties do, and with disturbing alacrity. Especially in the spring.)
(For those who don't know, I'm arachno-web-ophobic. If the little beasts didn't spin, I'd be fine with them. But all the common varieties do, and with disturbing alacrity. Especially in the spring.)