You know that surprised/ nervous feeling you get when a spider surprises you? Multiply that by seven to understand this story.
I was doing a little reorganizing in my bedroom the other night. [I get a little antsy if my furniture is in the same place for too long.]
I pulled my bed away from the wall and what did I find? No, not this, but ridiculously close to this.
Just take away the mouse and the random, nasty dirt collection, [I just found this on Google images - I feel badly for the person who took this picture, though.] and you have what I found under my bed. At least seven spiders were on that little sticky pad. I squealed like a fat kid in a candy shop, except not out of delight.
At least they're stuck to the sticky board and not crawling on my face. I had a hard time falling asleep that night.
The next night, I turned off my lamp and crawled into bed. I heard a little rustle and simply thought it was my blanket hitting a plastic sack at the foot of my bed. I wiggled around to make the bag move. It did. And it kept moving after I stopped moving. My body froze and my ears perked up in that super hero/ adrenaline rush kind of way. The bag was still moving. I turned on my lamp... peeled off my sock... chucked my sock at the bag and watched as a MOUSE ran across the carpet under my dresser. Again, I squealed like a fat kid in a candy store, except this time it was an octave higher, and it may have lasted a bit [lot] longer.
Needless to say, I need to get an exterminator. And no, I did not sleep in my bedroom.
PS... don't forget to visit tomorrow for round two of "Transformers." Krista from Painting the Air has a great tip for us!