Spiders, and Wasps, and Mice – Oh My!
With Spring comes many of the annoying pests that I so detest. Ick. I am not scared of bugs, but I absolutely cannot stand spiders or wasps. They both scare me. I don’t mind mice and actually find them quite cute, as long as they stay outside of our house. We have never seen a live mouse in our house and we have lived here for going on 5 years, so that is a pretty good track record. I am sure that is due in part to our cat.
Petey, as lazy and fat as ever, is a most excellent mouser. We have seen two mice so far this year. Both deceased, outside, and strategically placed as gifts near an entrance to our house so that we would be sure to find them. I feel badly for the poor mice. They were out of doors and not hurting anything, and I find the way that cats kill them (i.e. play with them) to be particularly cruel.
And then there are wasps. They have got to be some of the creepiest looking bugs I have ever seen. So ugly. And can you tell me what they are good for? At least I feel like bees serve a function. And maybe wasps do the same pollination thing; I don’t know. What I do know is that we have spotted three nests (so far) on our house and I am sure there are at least one or two more in our little shed, just like there are every year. Which is why I am avoiding that shed like the plague.
And we must not forget spiders. On Saturday night, we went to bed pretty late, so by the time I dragged my tired self up to bed, I was pretty out of it. I plopped down into my soft, comfy pillow-topped bed with a huge sigh. I hadn’t been laying there for too long when all of a sudden Chloe started getting all excited and was jumping towards my head. What the heck? So I sat up and looked behind me, and there on the wall, only about a foot above my pillow, was a spider. A rather large black spider. AAAH! Surprisingly, I didn’t do my normal spider scream, but I did yell for Greg to come take care of the situation. Which he bravely did for me. Such a sweet hubby.
Since we do not have a headboard, my pillow rests right up against the wall. Since the spider’s trek was upwards at the time of his demise, I can only imagine that he had started out on my pillow, and then when had I plopped down into bed I must’ve interrupted his beauty sleep and the disgruntled spider left the bed to find a happier resting place. *shudder*
Okay, and if you want to hear an even creepier spider story, visit my hubby’s site for a spider vs ear story. There are some places that spiders should just NOT go.