We have been invaded by invisible spiders.
I can use the Swiffer around the edges of the ceiling and on the corners of all the doors in the morning and by the next day there are tiny cobwebs right back in the same place. I have found spider webs between the shampoo bottle and the side of the shower stall. The Squire left the seat up one night and I found webs between the seat and the toilet tank in the morning. The dining room chandeliers have to be cleaned everyday because they look as if they came directly from the Munsters.
The sneaky little things can spin invisible webs between the house and the trellis in the garden in no time at all. That’s always interesting when I go out to get the paper in the morning. As the poet said, “A nest of spiders in her hair”. No, wait. That was a nest of robins, wasn’t it? Hmm. I think I’d prefer spiders, frankly.
This morning I got up and walked into a web spun between the bedpost and the window! Lucky it was me rather than The Squire. That poor man would have just gone up in a puff of smoke. His dresser is on my side of the bed, but he gets his socks and such in the evening before he goes to bed so he doesn’t awaken me in the morning.
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I hate those things. We were watching a movie the other night and I saw this eensy weensy spider dropping down from the ceiling. I vacuumed it up and went back to watching the movie. Then I saw another one. And as I paid attention, there were probably four or five more coming down. I looked up at the ceiling and there were thousands — well, maybe more like dozens — of the critters all over. Glad it happened when I was awake and when they were still small.
You wouldn’t want to wake up like Gulliver, all tied in knots. The really annoying thing is that I have never, ever seen one of the blasted critters.