"I am going to have to resort to medical means . . .”

Is that to be applied to the insect or consumed by you? Seems like you should be thorough.

Nope, chemical means. Wasp & hornet spray for the bug(s) (where there’s one, there’s often more), and Benadryl right beside me, for me. Just in case.

A quick trip to K-Mart and now I’m armed. But thinking first I’ll put on my jeans, thick socks, a long sleeved sweatshirt with gloves and a scarf around my neck and safety goggles. You know, maybe I’ll scare the bug to death first.

Well that comedy is over. It took until now to work up the courage to go back into the pit. Creeping around the basement trying to look as small as possible, with nearly every inch of skin covered, I advanced toward the enemy with weapon poised in front of me. It was hiding. No movement. And then it came from out of nowhere again and I nailed it.

It’s going to take a few forays into the basement without incident before I’ll be able to stride on through as if I own the place again.

Bugs belong out doors. Certain spiders, however, have special rights to share indoor space.

Grins.  Spiders named Charlotte are OK?

LOL, ya that is just about the ONLY spider I would allow. Kate has more of a fondness for those little critters than I do!

Now wouldn’t it be fun to have a Charlotte writing messages in her web? She was a smart little spider. I like most of the spiders we have around here. There is one kind—the big black fuzzy ones—that I don’t like in the house. They’re kind of aggressive and they don’t mind their manners. They get a quick escort out, if possible. Otherwise, it’s the vacuum cleaner for them.