Yes, I realize that I am not alone in this feeling. But tonight after
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
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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