Plugging into my Inner Samwise

Hello, friends! As I type this, I am sitting in our beautiful new home (!!!!!!!) because we have officially moved and are homeowners. Wow. I don’t think the full realities of living in a house and being a homeowner have really sunk in yet, but already I’ve been marveling at just how cool it is that we have an entire flippin’ house to ourselves and a backyard and the neighbors seem pretty friendly (we haven’t officially met them, but some of them have smiled and waved as they’ve gotten into their cars). But anyways, I’m not here to talk about what it’s like to live in an actual neighborhood, I need to talk with y’all about spiders (this is your warning that if the word “spider” makes you shriek and go into convulsions of fear, you may want to skip this post. I’m not judging you, I am not a fan of spiders, either).

It all started the other morning, when I was prancing around the house, getting myself and the baby/toddler (what category does a one-year-old who is not walking yet fit into???) ready for the day. I noticed that my husband seemed to be taking an inordinately long amount of time in the restroom. I thought it was strange, but it wasn’t a huge deal. Then he came out, and said to me:

Him: Hey, you know how there are baby spiders everywhere?

Me: Wait, WHAT????????

Him: Yeah, the baby spiders. They’re everywhere! Well anyways…

And he proceeded to tell me that, in the bathroom, he discovered a Mama Spider with a full egg sac and an empty egg sac and another spider who was holding a live pillbug hostage. Thankfully, my husband managed to flush a spider and egg sac down the toilet, but the other spider—who had the poor pillbug—scurried off (I am SO GRATEFUL that he was the one who discovered these critters in the bathroom, because I probably would have flipped out if I had seen them). I really don’t know if I’ll be able to watch Charlotte’s Web the same way after hearing my husband describe this incident.

This is a beautiful house, but there are little holes and cracks in corners or by doors, and I guess the local spider population has been taking full advantage of it. You know how I recently talked about characters I relate to? I’m pretty sure that I need to add Samwise Gamgee to that list. Every time I go on a killing rampage, armed with Clorox disinfecting wipes, I think of Samwise battling his way through Shelob’s Lair. Thankfully, I have not encountered any spiders that big.

Source.

However, their seemingly harmlessness and rather small size does not keep me from experiencing all sorts of glee as I await the delivery of the insecticide that my husband just ordered.

This battle is about to get even more intense.

Also, we don't have internet in our house yet (I'm currently posting this from a local library while my husband takes care of the little guy at home), so I've been pretty absent from the blogosphere, but I will be popping in again more often when we're a little more settled and get internet :) 

I hope y'all have a beautiful, spider-free weekend!