Rain prevented yard work two weekends ago. It happens and I anticipate it every summer; however, I didn't expect the spider invasion.
My agreement with the orb spiders is I will leave them alone; as long as they don't build a web I can walk through, think I might walk through, is too close to where I might walk through, or hidden in a place I could venture without looking. They didn't follow the rules, so it was a spider massacre.
I sprayed at least thirty. How they managed to get out of hand in such a short period of time is beyond me. I know there will be more this weekend. Those higher in the trees will venture down lower and it will be on again.
I'm ready. I have a full sprayer and plenty of insecticide.
In Case You've Wondered
My blog is where my wandering thoughts are interspersed with stuff I made up. So, if while reading you find yourself confused about the context, don't feel alone. I get confused, too.
If you're here for the stories, I started another blog: scratchingforchange.blogspot.com
One other thing: sometimes I write words you refuse to use in front of children, or polite company, unless you have a flat tire, or hit your thumb with a hammer.
I don't use them to offend; I use them to embellish.