June 21st--The first day of summer!
I'd "whoopee" a couple of times if I had the energy to whoopee!
Unfortunately I didn't get a lot of sleep last night.
Why, you might ask?
Well, I'll tell you--whether you asked, or not!
On Tuesday last, I decided, after having seen evidence of millions of flying spiders attaching themselves to everything in sight, that I would have to declare war on the little critters!
Mind you, these are tiny, teeny little things that have just hatched, I guess, and they spin out long gossamer strings of web which, when long enough, pull the little critters into the air.
Off they go, hoping to land on some good looking blonde's boob, where they can feel right at home.
Of course it doesn't always work out the way they want. Most times, they land in my hair; drape around my neck, hang off my nose, or nestle in my ear.
Ever try to get rid of a teeny, tiny little critter than can scoot into your ear canal so fast it makes you jump?
No, that's not what kept me awake!
Wait, I'll tell you--
Seeing these little critters flying by, I thought "If I don't want hundreds of big, fat full-grown spiders scaring the bejabbers (yeah, I said 'bejabbers') out of my wife--and me--I'd better take action right now to eliminate as many as possible.
So I rounded up the insecticide--the outdoor kind you spray around the foundations of your house and across the threshold to prevent entrance of the little critters.
I proceeded to march all the way around the house spraying every inch of the foundation of the house and all the door sills.
"That'll l'arn 'em", I muttered.
Satisfied I'd taught the little varmints a good lesson, I put the spray away and went into the house for a glass of good Cabernet and a few minutes of relaxation. It's HOT, after all!
I had no sooner sat, than both legs began to itch.
??"WTF??" I whatted.
Inspecting my legs, I soon discovered I had at least 4 major bites on each shin!
"Spiders bite?" you might ask.
Nope. These weren't spidee bites--these were "no-seeum" bites. Nasty, bright red, lumpy looking bites which will stay with you for almost ten days, driving you crazy with itching!
I think the spiders had the last laugh. I'll swear they hired these damned meat-eaters just to get even.
So now you can see how I came to lose sleep over a period of what turned out to be two nights.
You can't sleep if you're sitting up scratching--and swearing!
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