So, for the past week, there’s been a war going on in my house. For some inexplicable reason, daddy longlegs (or harvetmen, whatever you want to call them) have invaded the house. They’re nocturnal so they seem to pop out of the ground at night. It could be worse, so I’m not complaining. But still, who likes creepy-crawlies in their place of residence?
Mom and I think we’ve gotten all of them–after days of smashing and vacuuming–but it’s hard to tell. I will walk through a room, not see a single critter, turn around and there he is, right were I just stepped, staring at me with its beady little eyes. Creepy. I only had to kill one last night, so I think that’s all of them. I also killed a scorpion and a horsefly… the horsefly made me spill cake batter everywhere though. It attacked me while I was in the delicate process of pouring cupcakes.
It has also come to my attention that I have no clue how to work a coffee maker. How funny is that?
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