This one was nothing to the gigantic spider that somehow squeezed its way through the door last week. That’s what they do, yes? Or they magic themselves through the windows when we aren’t looking. People, I could see his fangs. Moving. I didn’t tell hubby about that one, and thankfully the boys helped me take care of it. You would think spraying the house nearly every week would keep them out. But it’s so hot. This heat will drive anything to a little coolness, even if it means crossing a poison barrier. He was so big he probably tiptoed across the line. *Reminder- Make the line wider.*
This spider in the kitchen however was small; the tiny kind which you wonder what they survive on. Maybe it was the sugar ants which had been marching in different areas of the home. Thankfully they were gone, and the spider would be soon, too.
But not then. My goal was to make it to the bed for the night. At that moment all I could do was rest on the tile floor waiting for the pain in my stomach to ease. It keeps me bent over double, but I know relief will kick in soon. It has in the past. It wasn’t until I was married that these pains started creeping into my life, and the doctor made it quite clear it was from worry and stress. I’ve learned since those might not be the culprits, but the pain does seem to flare in these times. These times where the giant things are dealt with as best we can, and the small things are overlooked for now.
The next morning I swept and vacuumed the entire house. Then I sprayed again. Hopefully that will keep the troublesome bugs out for a while.