by EstherLou

Created on: June 27, 2008

I've never really noticed much of a bug problem over the years. We might see spiders a few times or maybe a cricket or two. It was just enough to notice but not enough to worry about.

One year, we were visited by a cricket that rivaled the loudest operatic tenor! We never even saw him. He would wait until we were asleep and then would regale us with the most insistent and vociferous arias that reverberated from every corner of the room! We turned on the radio. We had the ceiling fan going to help drown out the noise of his singing, but nothing worked. Finally, completely fed up, my husband got up in the middle of the night, in his underwear, and began peering in corners and behind furniture, determined to find the object of our serenade. His diligence paid off as he discovered our courtier, and promptly dispatched him with great satisfaction. Ahh! What blissthe silence!

Another time, I was watching TV late at night. Hubby had already gone to bed, as he had to get up for work really early the next morning. Out of the corner of my eye, marched the biggest spider I had ever seen outside of a tarantula! It wasn't a "Bug Rogers" or a "Daddy Long Legs", which always appear large because of those really long legs. This was just a really, really, large spider! I have limited mobility. I can walk short distances with my cane or walker, but to get around my house or at work, I tool around in an office chair with wheels. When I saw that spider, I got off the love seat, got in my chair, grabbed my shoe and prepared to give chase. Of course, he saw me and started running! When I realized I wasn't going to get him, but didn't want him to get away, I started yelling for my husband to get up and come help me while keeping an eye on where the spider went. Hubby reluctantly came out of the bedroom, muttering as he came, saying he couldn't believe I was waking him up after midnight and expected him to chase down a spider! After moving the love seat and cornering the little rodent, hubby dispatched him for me and agreed that we really wouldn't have wanted him to be wandering around the house. He returned to bed muttering under his breath and shaking his head the entire way. My hero!

Last week I had a new visitor. I was watching TV again, and saw a spider drop down from the ceiling. It wasn't a "Bug Rogers" or a "Daddy long legs", but a red spider. I had never seen a red spider before and thought to myself, "Now that can't be good"! So I decided to throw a magazine on top of him to

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