I've been getting my house ready for Tanner's graduation party a little at a time as I have opportunity and great strides have been made recently, including the cleaning of our GIANT picture window in our kitchen. This is no small task so when it's finally done I'm always pleased at the fact that I can look out into our side-yard and see all the trees so clearly!
When I got up yesterday morning, however, and looked out the window, I was dismayed to see a giant spider web spun across the bottom left-hand corner. The offending party was nowhere in site, which is the only reason I felt comfortable in walking outside and knocking it down with the broom.
I was satisfied until last night. Returning home from a party, I once again discovered the offensive web, totally rebuilt (even larger this time) with the eight-legged terrorist situated squarely in the middle. I glared at him, even as I shuddered and I'm pretty sure he flipped me off with every one of his eight limbs.
This, of course, meant war so I grabbed the largest weapon I have: Joe.
"Go kill that rat bastard little smarty-pants spider who keeps messing up the window that I made you spend an hour cleaning yesterday!"
I didn't stick around to watch; war is an ugly business and I firmly believe it's better handled by less-squeamish individuals than women--particularly me, but he returned to the bedroom looking smugly victorious and I was satisfied.
Until this morning when I awoke to find and entirely NEW web on the top right-hand corner. Again, the culprit is nowhere in site. I sincerely hope he witnessed the execution-style demise of his closest neighbor and has relocated to a witness protection program, but just in case, I stuck this to the window, facing out:
You can't say he wasn't warned!
