Saturday, May 8, 2010
Shriek heard round the world
I'm proud of myself for not throwing the computer against the wall. But I did smash the spider to bits with the phone. I am still cringing thinking about it. I haven't told my husband that I murdered a spider last night - and I feel no regret as it was all over within seconds.
I don't like things that crawl or scurry in the night (or day for that matter). I grew up in a country that had flying cockroaches - three inches long (7 1\2 cm), centipedes, scorpions and tarantulas: allof which I had run ins with at one point or another. Yet, it's been years since I've had to deal with anything that gives me the willies. Actually, we had two mice who moved into our Brooklyn pad last year but that was short lived (in was the whole neighborhood not just us).
Now I find myself inspecting the corners and the walls for eight-legged interlopers. I'm jumping when I brush up against anything. I hate it. I feel like a character in an Alred Hitchcock movie.
Little things that crawl over my computer and scare me have got to go. This is not Britain's fault, I think it's the weather and change of season. However, I am on a hunt to humanely remove all things that could potentially crawl into my children's beds and lay eggs in their ears. Any suggestions? Killing everything with my slippers or phone is not an option but a last resort.