it's the tiny things that matter, really
First the ants, and now the spiders. I've seen a half dozen of them in the past three days, all ambling along leisurely through my home. Nothing overtly fearful about them except their existence.
Tonight, I saw one on my couch. I smacked a pillow on it (the only thing I could find), but I couldn't find the body. I shook the pillow out. I moved the couch and checked the back of it. I did find one, a smaller one, about five feet from the first spider. Yes, a second spider. But not the first spider. That one is still alive somewhere.
And now I think it's on me, on my head, on my shoulder, on my leg, on my foot. I'm afraid to go to sleep now lest it crawl into my mouth.
My daughter Billie is "staying with us" for a while due to her friend being evicted in favour of the landlord's family moving in. Proper notice was given, and all. Still, no home. Friend is living at Salvation Army, and my daughter is here. Her stuff is here. She walks in a little before 1am. It's not ideal. Nothing's ideal. Everything's skewed.
Tonight, I saw one on my couch. I smacked a pillow on it (the only thing I could find), but I couldn't find the body. I shook the pillow out. I moved the couch and checked the back of it. I did find one, a smaller one, about five feet from the first spider. Yes, a second spider. But not the first spider. That one is still alive somewhere.
And now I think it's on me, on my head, on my shoulder, on my leg, on my foot. I'm afraid to go to sleep now lest it crawl into my mouth.
My daughter Billie is "staying with us" for a while due to her friend being evicted in favour of the landlord's family moving in. Proper notice was given, and all. Still, no home. Friend is living at Salvation Army, and my daughter is here. Her stuff is here. She walks in a little before 1am. It's not ideal. Nothing's ideal. Everything's skewed.