Ugh

This week has been just gross. There's no other word for it. It wasn't tragic or bad or scary or anything like that. In fact, some pretty icky things happened to people I know and I can stay that I definitely had a far better week than any of them! BUT, I hated this week from start to finish. I never want to have another week like this one. I would describe it, but I have no idea where to begin. I'm just hopeful that leaving work has now closed this week out and I can begin a weekend that is far, far better than the Grossest Week Ever of 2011.

Spider Carnage: The Morning After

Having received several emails expressing both amusement and outright horror at my spider situation, I decided an update was in order.

I braved my front door this morning to check the damage from last night, and I was delighted (and still slightly horrified) to see many, many spiders teets up. So here, from me to you, is a small photo journal.

First, the tree. You'll notice the brown spots toward the top in the middle...spider country.



A close up of the spider nest. There really are no words.


Here's a small sampling of what the exterior of my home looks like this morning. There are four spiders in this particular image....all dead, thank you very much. That big one on the right took an extra shot of poison.


Now, my new yogic beliefs have taught me that things can always be worse than what they are. Friend Troy sent me this link this morning. Worse.

Arachnophobia: it's not just for Canaima, California anymore

A few weeks ago at my Social Reincarnation Soiree, I pointed out an unusual spot of nature to a few of my guests. There is a tree outside my front door that lives in the patch of lawn between my house and the neighbor's. Happy tree. In said happy tree, though, something has been growing over the course of the summer. That something is the biggest spider nest I've seen since the 1990 release of a little movie called Arachnophobia. It's actually killed part of the tree. So, no biggie, right? I showed the nest off to the guests, a few appreciative "dude"s were exchanged, and we all went on our way. Never once did I consider where any of the spiders in the Nest of Doom might have gone once the Great Hatching of 2008 occurred.

They came to my front door.

All of them.

HUNDREDS of spiders.

Now, one spider has lived outside my door, by my doorbell, for as long as I've lived in the house. He (and his descendants, probably) and I have coexisted quite peacefully--he stays out of my house and I occasionally leave the porch light on so he can eat. This, however, is completely out of hand. COMPLETELY OUT OF HAND. Sorry to yell, but, well, dude, spiders creep me the FUCK out.

So I did what any self-respecting single woman would do--I took a hose to the bastards. All of them. Even my little guy by the doorbell. I cannot abide an invasion, no way no how.

Hopefully I killed enough of them to scare the rest away....or they're planning a sneak attack and will descend on me in the dead of night.