I think I have a spider problem. 

It seems they are everywhere I go and I am convinced there is at least one hanging out by our bed, silently attacking me while I sleep.  One morning I woke up with at least 10 bites all over my body that weren’t there the day before.

At work, we’ve been killing them like crazy.  (and by “we” I mean my male coworker.)

And today, there were two big brown ones at the base of the staircase up to our apartment.  They were chasing each other and running around the way squirrels do in the fall.

It makes me nervous.  I was bit by a brown recluse in my sleep once.  It bit me on the butt, and the bite swelled up to a grapefruit size. 

Until they start leaving me alone, I will be doing what I always do when I get frightened of spiders… wear long-sleeved shirts to bed, tucked into my pajama pants, which are tucked into my socks.  And socks on the hands too.  And I am ready with a heavy shoe and aerosol hairspray (two important tools for spider protection).

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