I hate bugs. I hate them outside in their natural habitat. And I despise them inside in my natural habitat. So much so, I have a pesticide company that comes out at least four times a year to spray.
About a month ago, I walked into my kitchen and found a nicely sized spider hanging out on the wall. My first instinct was to call my husband in to do the dirty work, but I then remembered he was out for the night. My silly fear was getting the best of me, and I knew I wasn’t going to try and kill this spider by myself. So I named her Charlotte.
And decided to let her live rent free.
Over the next few weeks, Charlotte was a pretty good roommate. I saw her a few times on my kitchen wall and ceiling, but mostly she spent her days hidden in the molding.
It wasn’t the easiest relationship because I would still do a quick scan every time I entered my kitchen, and let’s be honest, you go into the kitchen A LOT. I just felt, at this point, it would be mean to kill her.
That was until this morning…
At 4:30 this morning, as I was getting ready to go to the gym, I walked into my kitchen and noticed Charlotte dangling from my fan. That. Was. It. I was fine sharing space with Charlotte, as long as she was living above my line of sight. But when you start hanging out in places were I could literally run into you face first, I’m done.
So, Charlotte was issued her eviction notice. Don’t worry, I didn’t squash her. I simply caught her in a cup and let her go outside.
I can’t promise I’ll be as nice the next time.
Learning Through Living 
You were nicer to her than I would have been unless of course, she started spelling words in her web.
Once (also at 4:30am, oddly enough), a lovely wolf spider crawled out from under my closet door. I could by no means squash it – it was large enough that it would “crunch” – oh I can NOT deal with the “crunch”. So, I frantically ran into the kitchen, grabbed a cup, and placed it over the spider. Problem solved, right? Well, then I realized that the cup was right in front of my closet door. I still needed to get dressed for the day. That was an interesting morning, to say the least.
Oh. My. Goodness. I might have nightmares. Lol
Lol! I enjoyed reading about you and your tenant experience. A great slice.