We are under siege over here at Chez Curly Wurly Gurly. Spiders are overrunning my house and I’m fah-reaked out! Now don’t go lecturing me on how terrific spiders are for our bug population–I don’t mind spiders–when they stay OUTSIDE where they belong.
“My” spiders have a neon greenish-yellow glow (must be the nuclear waste here in Jersey) and I think I noticed an hourglass figure on their backs, but I could be wrong. They each have a sac-like thing on near their booties–maybe it’s filled with thousands of spider babies? For your enjoyment, I’ve thoughtfully included a picture courtesy of my friends at the University of Nebraska.
We’ve had 36 38 spiders in our house since last week, and for all you animal-loving, PETA marching people, don’t worry: we’re NOT killing any all of the spiders–except for the accidental casualty Wednesday night. (Which I think is the problem.) Husbandito chases each wily creature, places a cup/shot glass over the spider, slips a piece of paper underneath and carries the spiders to freedom outside, leaving them near our evil neighbor’s property line. (My theory is that they march right back inside my house.)
Last night at 10:30, I was in bed chatting on the phone to a friend of mine (hi J!) when I spied a freakishly fast spider crawling from behind my bed, heading toward my nightstand. I shrieked into the phone (sorry J.) and Husbandito leaped into action. He jumped up on the bed and reached for an empty cup on my nightstand. He lunged to put the cup over the spider, but the little smucker darted away and dropped BEHIND my nightstand to the floor!!!! Husbandito MISSED! I couldn’t believe it and pounded his bare feet with my fists.
For the next hour, I lay in bed on spider-watch. In the end, I couldn’t take the pressure and actually slept with my head at the FOOT of my bed so the spider wouldn’t crawl in my nose/ear/mouth, lay eggs in my sinus cavities, and make me scratch my face-skin off in a few days for all the spider babies crawling around under my skin.
This morning, at barely 6am, through a veil of slumber, I felt my bed tilt perilously starboard. I opened one eye and spotted husband, cup in hand, above HIS side of the bed, trapping a spider. He carried the little bugger outside and came back into the bedroom and moved 5 feet down the wall caught ANOTHER.
If anyone has any good spider remedies, NOW would be the time to enlighten me. I’ve got the heebie jeebies in a major way and can’t continue to live like this! One morning soon I’m going to wake up, wrapped in a silken web, with spiders feasting on me and then you’ll be sorry!!! (Won’t you?!?!)
I can’t handle creepy crawlers or mice. I CAN’T!!
Now, go watch the movie Arachnophobia!
Frogs and fish eat spiders. Perhaps you should put in a moat and stock it well with both, creating a spider proof barrier to keep new spiders from moving in. Then invite a bunch of frogs over for dinner, letting them know that the special is spiders, all you can eat.
How humane (spider-ane?) of you to trap and let them go. My first instinct is to smack ‘em hard with the bottom of my shoe! It sounds like you have a nest somewhere in the house. And I do think the little sac thing is filled with babies.
Hmm. Mayhap that’s what happens for making fun of Dishy’s fly problem?? LOL
Remember the episode of the Brady Bunch in which the family visits Hawaii, the kids acquire the tabu tiki idol…and Jan is attacked by a tarantula in bed while wearing the idol?
Get rid of the tiki idol and all your spider problems will be solved!
Maybe it’s global warming! Well, almost everything else is blamed on that! Perhaps they are coming inside for somewhere cool….but you can’t really wait for the next Ice Age to come along!
Sorry I can’t help…if we had such an infestation, Young Lady of the house would move out, leaving me to sort out the problem
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!
Sorry, I am okay now.
You need HELP, Curl, serious help. I may be able to handle a whole fly infestation, but spiders.. SPIDERS… we’re talking SPIDERS!!!!
You need my husband. Seriously. He is the bravest man on the face of the planet. He had a TARANTULA for a pet when I first met him!!!!!!!! He likes spiders. Loves them. He could HELP YOU.
When I was a kid I was so deathly afraid of spiders that I slept for 3 months on my sister’s floor after I woke up with ONE ON CHEST IN BED. Talk about nightmares.