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Ghost Spiders in the RV
It’s cleaning day again!
I hate spiders
Okay, so I hate spiders. I have good reason to hate spiders. Let me tell you why I hate spiders…
Years ago when the kids were little we lived in a two story house. Rich worked day shift, so him and the kids went to bed early. As a young mother, I stayed up later to get stuff done while the house was quiet.
I started to sort laundry. Reaching down into the laundry basket I pulled a few items of clothes out and put them into their piles. Back then I had a white load, dark load, jean load, towel load. I sorted things back then.
When I reached the bottom of the basket I saw a ball of white fuzz. I reached clear down to get it and instinctively rolled it between my fingers. Now think about this…if you pick up some kind of fuzz off the floor or furniture, don’t you kind of roll it up with your fingers before throwing it away? Well, I did.
Something bit me, and it stung bad. Like a bee sting. I got stung three more times on my finger before I was able to throw it on the floor and smash it with a rag. I ran to the kitchen sink and ran water on my finger but the pain was moving up my arm.
I quickly went upstairs and got Rich up and told him what happened. The pain was getting worse. We called my…
