I’ve decided recently that I really do like Fall. I always used to say Summer was my favorite season but I’m realizing as years go by that this isn’t true – I can’t handle hot weather, I hate being sweaty, and I don’t have a car with which to drive somewhere to go swimming. Overall, it’s not the best.
Fall, however, Fall I can get behind. It’s still warm-ish, but you can start wearing skirts with boots and maybe a sweater and if you’re really adventurous, you can start busting out your winter mittens and hats for chilly mornings. It’s a lovely mix of the best parts of Summer and Winter.
Except for the spiders. I hate the spiders.
They emerge juuuust as soon as it starts cooling down a bit and they take up residence in the bushes and railings and light fixture around our building’s front door. This makes entering and exiting somewhat problematic, like the other day when I came home and had to call Daniel to let me in the back door because some stupid fat spider built a web across half of the stairs and I didn’t want to chance squeezing by it lest it get stuck to me. *shudder*
Fortunately by the time I left for work the next morning, it had moved (or had been moved by someone) and I didn’t have to leave through the back door.
This isn’t the first time I’ve written about the spiders above our door or how we solved that problem, but that one was kind of an isolated (yet horrifying) specimen. There are smaller ones now but there are more of them and I am afraid they are going to get larger and more bold.
FREAKS ME RIGHT OUT.