You cannot go anywhere in my house unless you have shoes on or a fly swatter in hand. It is not for the bees, which I have made my peace with, or the ants and roaches. Instead it is for the spiders which easily span the palm of my hand. They are not the kinds that simply squish when you kill them, but they crunch, explode and still try to run away. I have become pretty good at hunting them but they are crafty, hiding under doors, in the toilet, the shelf in the shower. Worst of all, they jump when they scurry. No matter how many I kill, another always manages to startle me.
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