Your bloody clothes out after they have been hanging outside to dry in Australia because if you fail to do so you will find a black spider crawling on the inside of your shirt and down your tummy.
It is a most unpleasant sight and sensation. Gah!!! Also me and my trying-not-to-kill-things way is difficult to manage here. I don't like killing things: one because it's killing them, and two because it's not a nice feeling when they go squish but damn, there are sooo many bugs with this heat that it's almost impossible not to resort to killing shit. Luckily at the cottage I have Dave to kill shit, but he was not here when the spider was crawling along my tummy. I know I have really white skin but nothing makes you realize just how white like having the blackest of black spiders set against it. I actually didn't so much feel it at first as see something that looked a little off in the mirror. What is the huge moving black spot? *Looks down* "Oh, yep... that would be a spider... better get it off and put it outside..."
Who am I kidding, if only my reaction was that calm. It was more like this giant panic of thoughts inside my head that resulted in a verbal "Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee" The thoughts that went through my head after realizing that there was a spider crawling on me were something like (do you use quotations for thoughts?) "There is a spider on me! There is a spider on me!! Oh my god!! Is it poisonous? Spiders here are so black... Ah there is a spider on me. Get it off! Get it off!" That was accompanied by a yip of fear and disgust and then I knocked it to the floor with my hand. Afterwards I have to say that I did pick it up with a book and throw it outside. I didn't actually kill it. Well I may have in picking it up with the book cover and throwing it outside, but if I did, it wasn't intentional.
I realize I have to stop this though. At home maybe I had the luxury of being kind and compassionate to all beings, but that was because none of them could actually kill me. Spiders here can kill me and so maybe I should be more of the mentality 'it's them of me'.
Last night we had ants in our kitchen among the flies and moths attracted to the light. I then saw what I thought was a cockroach and that was it, bam, time for a MAJOR kitchen clean-up! The kitchen wasn't even bad, there were some crumbs and dirty dishes in the sink but now the kitchen is glistening, spotless, and beautiful. Poor Dave for having to entertain my somewhat neurotic ways, but I could almost feel bugs crawling on me and I couldn't stop thinking about a full bug invasion. Waking up, heading into the kitchen for breakfast, and finding human-sized cockroaches eating my oatmeal while sitting at the table type of bug invasion. You know how it is...
So everything was whisked off of every cleanable surface, all surfaces were sprayed and thoroughly wiped down, chairs, table, garbage bin, recycling and table were moved out to completely clean the floor, all dishes were washed twice and inspected (naw only washed once, now I'm just exaggerating), and anything that could contain a bug such as a box, bag or shoe was put outside.
I feel better about the world.
I'm definitely going to have to find someone that will not only put up with but that will also part take in my crazy clean-ups... this is a must.
(ps it's been 30 days that I've been on the farm!!!)
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