A post about a spider #42. This is another post for you, Lauren, since you so enjoy all my spider-y hoopla.
We don’t go too long around here without a direct reminder that venomous spiders do exist and are out to get us. The kids didn’t even bother to take a picture of this one because strange and unusual poisonous spiders happen so often around here.
Ben found another brown widow in our house two days ago. This one was making a web on our staircase and Joe identified it quickly. It was in the corner under the lip of one of our carpeted stairs. Right where feet walk. Where Lucy crawls even though she’s not supposed to crawl up the stairs. Where we could have easily stuck one of our toes into her fang-y face.
Shivers, people.
I called maintenance again and they’re sending an exterminator out sometime I don’t know when but hopefully soon. Hopefully right now.
Today I was contacted by a researcher for a well-known show about buggy things where the narrator doesn’t have the best grammar and I yell at the show and Kait is like, Wow Mom, that really bothers you, as if she doesn’t even know me at all. The researcher had found one of my older blog posts where I mentioned our brown widow infestation or maybe it was this one, or even this one where I talked about another resident brown widow, and wanted to know more about our story for a possible piece in an upcoming show. Now the kids think we’re going to be famous and I’m wondering if I need to clean my house real nice and bake some crumpets. I don’t even know if crumpets are something you bake. What the heck is a crumpet anyway?
I highly doubt our story is worthy of a spot in the pest-show’s line up and I can’t decide if being on the show would be really neat or really weird anyway.
Is it just our family that seems to attract venomous spiders? We have lived in 9 houses and 3 of them have had some sort of brown widow problems, and in one we found a black widow but she was belly up when we spotted her. We found a brown widow in this current house before we’d even gotten ourselves moved in. It’s like they are lying in wait for us and that really creeps me out. Either that or they’re just way more common than most of us realize but probably not. They’re probably just after me.

































