Shelob's Lair

grdn spydrz r gud, no go in ur hous 

We had a big work day yesterday, the kind that takes a disaster area like a combo room (aka a dumping ground for everything you don't know what to do with) and turns that space into somewhere people might actually want to spend time.

The thing about rooms like that is that they collect a lot of spiders.  Spiders like small, undisturbed nooks and crannies and little spider-sized tunnels that take the non-web-using kinds of spiders from their wee resting/hiding spots to their hunting grounds.  

It's not easy being an arachnophobe in the country in the first place.  Put me in a cramped room with spiders everywhere, and the results are pretty predictable.  

Part of my phobia is the squishing part.  I can't handle squishing spiders--it's worse in some ways than having one creeping around on me.  As I've grown older, though, I've learned to get around that.  Vacuuming works.  I can handle vacuuming a spider.  Unless it's too big, or a variety I find particularly heebie jeebie-ish.  Then I have to call for help.

So here's a big thank you to the girl and my mom for the huge amount of help with cleaning yesterday, but most especially to the boy not only for doing a lot of the hard/heavy stuff, but for saving us all from the spidery minions of Shelob.