Let me just say, in regards to the previous post about the spider, that I'd been concerned about such a situation occurring. What does one do when one cannot scream because one is holding a sleeping baby? In my experience, the spider-scream response is not voluntary for me. I do not chose to scream, I simply scream.
And it had really been on my mind lately because its spider season and because of what the cable guy told me. He came to hook up our internet cable, which involved repairing the wires and the hole in the house and whatever. He was a nice fella who talked about his 10 month old and who wiped his shoes when he walked in. He finished and was explaining his work, saying that he had to increase the size of the hole from the outside but he filled it with silicon caulk because otherwise it would just be a SPIDER FREEWAY. Then he proceeded to tell me about the fist-sized spider he saw peeking out from our chimney bricks and that we'd better take care of it because it looked deadly. So basically I live in an on-ramp for deadly spider traffic.
This house was built in 1905. There are a lot of holes. A lot of spider freeways. There's not enough caulk in the world... and so I must persevere. I must face the fact that there will be more face-offs with spiders. I must at least pretend to be brave. Brave mommy.
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