Well, Hullo There, Samwise Gamgee
I have a sneaking suspicion that summer has arrived. I really have no idea where I get these crazy ideas. I mean, it's only 100° F in the afternoons, and sure, half my parish is off on various trips, resulting in the situation in which I currently find myself. I have been living in multiple locations for the last several weeks. But really, two consecutive house sitting gigs for a running total of three and a half weeks... This is not a sign of summer, is it? ... Oh...
So, house sitting. It has been fun. First there was the nice house that is way too big for one person, even with two cats and a dog. That's right. Two. Cats. Jumping on me in the middle of the night. Cats running across the bed at three in the morning. I swear they were playing tag. What the...?!? No worries. We have ways of dealing with these things.
The dog was great. She's a yellow lab, a little needy, or perhaps demanding, but very friendly and obedient. And hairy. She sheds enough on any given day to make another dog. I found myself accessorizing with dog hair on a daily basis.
The day I came home from there (with cats still intact and dog no less hairy... how does she do that?), I was handed another house to watch. This one is a condo with no animals, but there are plenty of plants to water.
Except, this morning, there was an animal.
As I made my way through the house closing windows, I noticed one window had grown an appendage or eight. I attempted to take a closer look, in order to decide if I needed to do something about it or not. The spider's hindquarters had a distinctly reddish glow.
Ugh. I hate dealing with bugs. I really hate dealing with spiders, and this one had a rather nefarious look about her, what with the reddish glow. Everything in me wanted to ignore her out of existence, but that, of course is unlikely to happen. Now, I cannot say that this was the variety of spider that I sincerely hoped it wasn't, but I certainly did not want to chance anything. Good grief, what kind of issues would I inflict on myself if I left her alone and her bite turned out to be venomous?
No, Sam Gamgee, once again, you have to buck up and deal with it. If you don't, well...
It was me and the spider. The face-off was epic. Time bent into something like a pretzel, which, interestingly, is about how my insides felt. Seconds became minutes. Minutes turned around and stuck their tongues out at me, waggling their fingers in mockery.
I moved here, she went there. I tried this, she answered with that. Ten minutes- or, perhaps one. I have no idea- we danced around each other. Finally, though, I had her outside. In the garden. In a jar.
The flower bed got a really good watering this morning.
So, house sitting. It has been fun. First there was the nice house that is way too big for one person, even with two cats and a dog. That's right. Two. Cats. Jumping on me in the middle of the night. Cats running across the bed at three in the morning. I swear they were playing tag. What the...?!? No worries. We have ways of dealing with these things.
The dog was great. She's a yellow lab, a little needy, or perhaps demanding, but very friendly and obedient. And hairy. She sheds enough on any given day to make another dog. I found myself accessorizing with dog hair on a daily basis.
The day I came home from there (with cats still intact and dog no less hairy... how does she do that?), I was handed another house to watch. This one is a condo with no animals, but there are plenty of plants to water.
Except, this morning, there was an animal.
As I made my way through the house closing windows, I noticed one window had grown an appendage or eight. I attempted to take a closer look, in order to decide if I needed to do something about it or not. The spider's hindquarters had a distinctly reddish glow.
Ugh. I hate dealing with bugs. I really hate dealing with spiders, and this one had a rather nefarious look about her, what with the reddish glow. Everything in me wanted to ignore her out of existence, but that, of course is unlikely to happen. Now, I cannot say that this was the variety of spider that I sincerely hoped it wasn't, but I certainly did not want to chance anything. Good grief, what kind of issues would I inflict on myself if I left her alone and her bite turned out to be venomous?
No, Sam Gamgee, once again, you have to buck up and deal with it. If you don't, well...
It was me and the spider. The face-off was epic. Time bent into something like a pretzel, which, interestingly, is about how my insides felt. Seconds became minutes. Minutes turned around and stuck their tongues out at me, waggling their fingers in mockery.
I moved here, she went there. I tried this, she answered with that. Ten minutes- or, perhaps one. I have no idea- we danced around each other. Finally, though, I had her outside. In the garden. In a jar.
The flower bed got a really good watering this morning.
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