She’s right. If I had a costume party to attend, I would’ve dressed as her.
Why Little Miss Muffet?
It seems the Universe has decided it’s time to make me face my fear of spiders. I’ve been battling them since we moved back north from Florida.
I don’t know if it’s just this house we’re renting, or if this is normal. One of my husband’s coworkers said he read an article about how the spiders have been much more populated this year than most. Not sure where he read it, but maybe that’s the reason.
There isn’t a place in our townhouse rental that I haven’t found one. From the tip-top of the eighteen-foot cathedral ceilings, to inside my dog’s bowl, to each bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, living room and den.
Once I sat down on the sofa and one literally strung down beside me, hanging there near my head. Worse yet, one crawled across my face, yes my FACE in the middle of the night and woke me.
I searched the internet for cures to be rid of these supernatural invaders. I found several, but the two I found consistently were to use eucalyptus or peppermint oil in water and spray around. I did this too. It seemed to work at first, but then those alien intruders must’ve adapted like the damn Borg (from Star Trek).
When the weather started cooling, I still found them every other day, which was a bit better than three or four a day. Even now, after we’ve had a foot of snow, I still find one or two a week. If there was ever a reason to be thankful for cold weather, it’s to kill the spider Borg. But, why won’t they stop popping up altogether?
On Halloween, spiders are used for haunted houses and scary decorations, so I must not be the only one who feels this way. It’s just that most handle their creepiness much better than I.
I don’t believe in the tactic of facing one’s fear to make it go away. It does, however, make me more prepared, as I carry a spray bottle with peppermint oil around my house.
I’m going to switch gears here and end this post with something completely off the topic.
With all the serious issues going on in the world, and the shadow of a possible WWIII, it feels trivial to post the drafts from my queue. On the other hand, sometimes it’s nice to read for an escape from the seriousness. I’m torn as to whether or not to continue posting. So, I’m going to play it by ear and see how I feel on post days. Maybe I’ll repeat a holiday recipe or two.
Has the Universe ever forced you to face a fear? Do you think that facing a fear works to be rid it? Do you like to escape from tensions into lighter reading material?