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Yes, I realize that I am not alone in this feeling. But tonight after ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
adammaker left (we'd watched the new "Eureka" episode and Mars Attacks! as dessert), I decided I could not sleep without thoroughly toxifying the house's perimeter inside and out. Why, you ask? Well, because during a bathroom break I killed two fucking Brown Recluse spiders upstairs, that's why, and I didn't want to get bitten by one for my third year in a row.
I made a scooter-trip out to Wal-Mart, that paradise of shopping (er, what I mean to say is, "the only place that's open at 1am for paranoid bug-combatants") and bought a couple gallons of anti-spider poison. Got home and poured one gallon along the house's walls and foundation outside, then squirted half the second gallon along bug-friendly pathways up the walls, then went inside and squirted all along the bases of the walls upstairs and down, in the attic-room, plus in the cupboards and fireplace and furnace area.
Then a shower, as I didn't really gear up properly and my nose was running something fierce. By now the liquid has dried up, it's damned late, and I feel confident that nothing can survive breaking into the house. To bed!
Here's wishing you no spiders,
Chris
adammaker left (we'd watched the new "Eureka" episode and Mars Attacks! as dessert), I decided I could not sleep without thoroughly toxifying the house's perimeter inside and out. Why, you ask? Well, because during a bathroom break I killed two fucking Brown Recluse spiders upstairs, that's why, and I didn't want to get bitten by one for my third year in a row. I made a scooter-trip out to Wal-Mart, that paradise of shopping (er, what I mean to say is, "the only place that's open at 1am for paranoid bug-combatants") and bought a couple gallons of anti-spider poison. Got home and poured one gallon along the house's walls and foundation outside, then squirted half the second gallon along bug-friendly pathways up the walls, then went inside and squirted all along the bases of the walls upstairs and down, in the attic-room, plus in the cupboards and fireplace and furnace area.
Then a shower, as I didn't really gear up properly and my nose was running something fierce. By now the liquid has dried up, it's damned late, and I feel confident that nothing can survive breaking into the house. To bed!
Here's wishing you no spiders,
Chris