Phil found a spider in our bed last night.
Yes, our bed.
And yes, it was a good-sized spider.
He tried to make me feel better by saying it was a mosquito, but I saw it.
And you know this is how I feel about spiders. [please be advised, while funny and accurate, there are some f-bombs in that link]
I didn’t sleep well, to put it mildly.
HOW did it get there? Well, scuttling obviously, or whatever it is that spiders do.
WHY was it there? Well, the good thing was that the two significant spiders we’ve now come across in the house were both found by my strong, brave BA husband—who can diffuse bombs with his bare hands. I kid you not. Like spiders even have a chance.