God, the microwave's full of ants. Every time we clean it out, more just find it. I know I'm supposed to be the bug lady now, but this is a little much. They don't even look like normal ants. They're all brown and small and smooshy. Now that's all I can think about when I eat anything that comes out of the microwave, and I'm afraid I have to admit that's just about everything I eat.
There are freaking bugs all over this freaking house. I opened the door yesterday to let some guests out and a giant moth suddenly wakes up and flies toward me. I tried to slam the door on it but it made it in anyway.
And the walk to the house is like a great big Halloween display, there's about 5 or 6 very, very large black widow spiders on the sides of the path. I keep trying to remember to smoosh them but you have to admit, they're pretty, and I feel a little bad.
I almost died once trying to kill black widows. There was one big one right outside the door, so I killed that, and then another one appeared, and I killed that, and realized that the giant heap of crap sitting there was probably harboring a huge colony of them. So I sprayed it down with water. And bugs flew EVERYWHERE. So I kept spraying and just in time noticed the giant honking black widow heading right for my foot. I was, stupidly, wearing open-toed sandals. Fortunately it didn't bite me, but SOMETHING did, and it itched for like a week.
Strange thing to do this week: Hmm, I dunno. Rent out a medical dictionary from the library and find the "self diagnosis" section. According to ours, I'm having a stroke, I have some sort of liver infection, and I may have schizophrenia. (Strange, usually it says I'm having a heart attack.) Anyway, it's usually good for a laugh.