Planet of the Spiders

I don't do scary movies. This is something well known to all who know me. One movie I didn't think would ever scare me is Planet of the Apes. See, that doesn't scare me because I'll just try real hard not to do time travel. Problem solved. But I am scared of The Ring because I can't control some crazy ghost/monster from killing me. I mean, honestly. I guess she can only kill you if you watch that video, but then again, by watching the movie, you see the video. One place I was always scared of that girl (and various other scary movie characters) is in the shower. Not until you have to close your eyes, but then -- oh boy. It's the opening your eyes and seeing something scary and unmanageable. Well, today I had that feeling from spiders.

Apparently while I was away, the spiders figured they had won the habitation war. When I came back to my flat, I saw several new (and large) dead spiders. If there's enough of them to make several casualties from old age, I am worried. But again, I am trying to co-habitate with them. They don't mess with me, I don't mess with them. Well, today I had the blessing of working a full day (I like money). I had to get up before dawn. I turned on my light and had the horrible scurrying motion near my feet. I saw a large spider trying to be nonchalant near some drawers. I just decided that he'd go away while I took my shower. I get to the bathroom, and there's another spider just like him! Either there are two, or that one jumped on my robe or something. Ew. Neither option is pleasant. But this one was on his back. Again, either he fell off my robe or the ceiling when I turned that light on. Ew. But he was dying on his back. I couldn't handle it. So I used a disposable toothbrush from one of the airplanes and had him latch on so I could flip him over. I fully expected him to rush under the washer. I consider this legitimate domain because I don't frequent the underside of the washing machine. Go at it, small friend.

But, of course, he lingered. I went to my room to give him some privacy. The first spider was gone. Again, he could have scurried away or was, in fact, a stowaway on my robe. I came back to the shower (I was on a deadline, after all) and he was still there. Fine. Stay there. So I jumped in the shower were there is currently a tiny (in comparison) spider who has been fighting me for the shower since I got back. I mean, I don't want to kill him, but this is a bad locale for him. So I was scared to close my eyes again. What if one was dangling right in front of my eyes when I re-opened them? Then I had the feeling I was living in Planet of the Spiders. I was the intruder as I was obviously outnumbered! There I was, in the dark (well, it was dark outside), with spiders crawling all around me. It's a wonder I survived at all.

Do I need to start resorting to spider traps? Do they make such a thing? Is it a fruitless battle?? Sigh. I wish they'd just hide away under things and not bother me.