Now that it’s officially fall (after the autumnal equinox and all), I thought I would mention again that I love this season. The orange and brown leaves on the ground are so pretty.
But there is one sign of fall that I didn’t really think about until yesterday: spiders.
Someone I talked to mentioned that spiderwebs are more common in autumn. I had never thought about that, but it makes sense. You know, all the spiderweb decorations at Halloween, and the fact that spiders like to come into your house more in fall than any other time. More or less.
Side note: I am not a big fan of spiders, but I can tolerate them even though they make my skin crawl a little bit. But one thing I am quite passionate about is that I HATE spiders who come into my house. They don’t belong inside!
I’ll never forget the time I saw a big wolf spider in the sink. It was back when I was living in an apartment off campus my senior year of college with three fabulous girls who I miss very much. I woke up early for class one autumn day and went to make coffee. And the spider scared me half to death. It’s the last thing I expected to see in the sink as I was about to fill up the coffee pot with water.
The thing is, although I dislike sharing my own living space with spiders, I can’t squish them. That really grosses me out. (That goes for all insects, actually. I wash my hands every time I slap a mosquito or a fruit fly. Gross.)
So squishing is out. And I don’t trust the vacuum method. How can you be sure they’re really dead? (Especially the big ones – wolf spiders are hearty little fellows!) Will they crawl back out of the tube and come take their revenge on me while I sleep?
Since I can’t squish or vacuum up a spider, I am left with one plausible solution. I grab the nearest cup and piece of paper, capture the little 8-legged vermin, and fling him outside with all of my might. And then I say a little prayer that he won’t come back inside again later.
The one exception to my very humane “capture-and-release” rule was the time I found a black widow spider on New Year’s Day back in high school. I caught it with a glass and showed it to my grandma. She told me to leave it on the counter for my mom (who hates spiders). That’s one spider we didn’t want to let back out into the wild, though. So we flushed it down the toilet.
How do you feel about spiders? Do you let them cohabitate with you in the corner of your living room ceiling, or do you get rid of them? Do you have any other methods than the ones I already mentioned?