3 thoughts on “And as long as they stay out of sight…”

  1. There’s nothing special about the place on the ceiling above a point between my nose and the center of my computer screen. Yet once every, oh, couple of weeks, a delicate long-legged spider rappels down just there. Before it reaches my lap I take the string a foot above the spider, lean forward, gently lift it over behind the monitor, break the string off on the top of the monitor, and return to what I was doing. It can’t be the same spider; this has gone on for decades and spiders only live a year or two.

    When I’m at Juanita’s place every spider is a huge deal. She has clear plastic champagne flutes set around the house from events she’s worked. When I see a spider, my job is to 1. trap it under a cup, 2. slide a 3×5 card underneath to close it in, and 3. take it outside, down the stairs, across the parking lot, and shake it free into the next yard. If Juanita is asleep or out or busy or otherwise has no way of knowing, I just put it outside the door.

    Flies and moths are to be killed with an electrical tennis racket. They make a /snap/-spark and a tiny puff of smoke.

    • Those rackets are great if you grow tomatoes and are soon to bring them in this time of year. The fat fruit flies really pop but the little one just slip though.

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