Can you find the spider? It was huge. HUGE. Tim and I decided it was a wolf spider, and there were two of them. One of them was crawling around Harriet. AAACKKK. I'm not a spider kind of gal, but I did smash it with a shoe and put it in a container to show Timothy. Cowen took care of the other one.
Point of this post? Emeline is having a nervous breakdown about sleeping downstairs now because of the spiders. I don't blame her. However, it is very trying. Last night Timothy stayed downstairs with her until she finally stopped shrieking and went to sleep. I vacuumed downstairs very carefully and moved the beds and everything, but she was not mollified. Sigh. Bedtime is so unpleasant.
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Oh. My. Goodness.
I would not be still living in that house....just because that is how terrified of spiders I am! I pay my kids to kill spiders for m. :-)
I sympathize with Ememline! :-) And I can't believe you smashed that thing with a shoe.
Okay, totally freaked out for you right now.
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