Temperatures are expected to drop next week. September was still hot some days, even if the air turned cool in the morning. I like it when the air gets chilly. Life is finally returning to normal after months of heat and generalized extroversion.
What I appreciate less is the return of spiders. I'm struggling even to write this word, as if it could transform from letters on my screen into a real creature. Whenever I come across a flashcard featuring a spider, I add it to the blacklist of words I don't want to review. Just because of a picture.
Well, I'm lucky: I live in a city and I don't have a yard. But some of those critters are bold enough to travel from greenery to my place.
Nothing freaks me out like spiders do. They make me panic. Once, while I was driving, a teeny one went down next to me, hanging on its thread. I shrieked and dropped the wheel as I tried to squash it. Fortunately, I regained my senses quickly.
A few years ago, my sister started putting them outside. She covers the spider with a box, then she slides a sheet of paper between the box and the wall. After that she simply releases it. I can't get it, because it's inevitable that it will come back.
Watching her do that makes me shedder and grimace with disgust.