||[Apr. 20th, 2005|04:31 am]
I just killed more spiders in this one night than I did in an entire season in Los Angeles.
I think I gots me a score of eight. I stopped counting after four.
Spiders belong outside of the house.
The house probably went up in the 1950s.
That's not the half of it, though . . . remember Arachnophobia?
These spiders aren't deadly (I think), but August features the crescendo of the ever-growing number of these fucking animals in this area. In June, the 'fish flies' usually swamp the N/E Detroit area. After they show up and hang around the place . . . the spider population triples.
It's April, and the creatures are between a nickel and quarter in diameter.