Along Came a Spider
In the year of murder hornets and cannibal ants, our world holds its breath waiting for the next pestilence to be unleashed. What will it be? Bomber beetles that explode when in contact with the sun? Or maybe, multiplying mosquitoes that double in population daily? Whatever is thrown at us, my husband and I have a simple household rule. He kills the spiders and roaches, and I kill all flying, stinging bugs. When I come into contact with a roach, I become a squealing, prissy girl. Especially when they fly into my hair. It has happened. It wasn't pretty. I think it's the unpredictability that scares me. It's the same with spiders. I never know when I will encounter one that can jump at me randomly. But mostly it's because I can remember being bitten by a brown recluse spider in Jr. High. The bite should have rotted, but after having my church pray for me, it healed. This still hasn't stopped me fr...