One thing we never really had to worry about in the apartment was bugs. We never had any bug issues; no spiders, no ants, no creepy crawlies of any kind. We did have the occasional bee, but never in OUR apartment, just the hallway before our door or outside. I knew moving into a house would change this. It would mean there would be a chance that bugs could be lurking in every crevice and corner.
Now, I'm not really afraid of bugs, or spiders, or anything, except for bees, ironically. Well, let us talk about this morning. I wake up and groggily mosey into the kitchen and turn the light on. What do I see scaling it's way down from the cupboard to the counter?! A tiny, little, brown spider, that I think, just might, be looking to bite my head off and eat me alive.
I froze, I wasn't sure what to do. Of course it scurried it's creepy little butt away and I didn't see it again. So, I went down stairs to take my shower and as I'm drying myself off I shake my towels out about 30 extra times. Because, we all know that if there is one spider there is a million more and most likely they are hiding in my towels. I get dressed and I feel my pant leg tug on my calf ever so slightly, this is when I swear the spider has sunken it's death fangs into my calf and I just need to wait for my leg to whither and fall off later today. I go back upstairs to take a drink of my Diet Coke, morning fuel if you will, and I swear that a million little creepy crawlers are just floating on top of the succulent, dark liquid waiting to attack my precious tongue.
actual size vs size in my head