There are spiders in the house.
And hundreds of ants too, but really, I could care less about the ants. The spiders are my main concern here. With ants it’s pretty easy to see where they’re coming from and where they’re going. Not so much with spiders. These spiders are big, they’re furry, and if I find one in my bed it just might drive me over the edge.
I think it’s all this rain we’ve been getting — especially since none of our pests have been spotted near food sources. The snow is finally, begrudgingly giving way to its warmer, wetter cousin and all our outdoor friends are trying to flee the flood zones and join us indoors.
The ants started in the half bathroom off the laundry room. I squished them with my fingers and flushed their carcasses down the toilet. They came back. I sprayed. I know that’s not the greenest way to go about things (there are probably a dozen or more holistic remedies like these for ants out there) but poison is quick and effective and these ants were limited to a room where I could close the door and keep it away from my kid.
But that was all before we found ourselves living in a real life reenactment of Arachnophobia. Welcome to the neighborhood. We’re not in the City anymore…
The first spiders we found were in the living room. They were curiosities. Logan gleefully inspected them through glass jars before we returned them to the outdoors. They didn’t take the hint, however, and soon we saw them in the kitchen. Then the laundry room. One or two a day, occasionally more. The worst part is we have no idea how they’re getting in. It’s come to the point where I’m freaked out that I’m going to find one in my sheets (or worse, Logan’s crib!) and I’m frantically Googling exterminators. The previous owners had an in-ground pest deterrent system that we’re beginning to think may not be such a bad idea.
When I see one of these pests, I immediately react and I don’t always stop to think about the safest, most holistic extermination approach for myself and my family. We had a birthday party on Saturday and maybe it was the cake crumbs we neglected to sweep up, or maybe it was the rain that never ceased, but when we woke on Sunday morning there were ants in the laundry room. There were ants in the kitchen. There was an army of ants marching around our dining room table like it was the last occupied city in the Ant Revolution and they were closing in for the attack. Ants were wandering aimlessly — one here, one there — and it was no time to sprinkle the corners with coffee grounds or bait them with sugar cubes. Most of those remedies wouldn’t work with a curious toddler running around anyway — no, it wouldn’t kill him if he played with more natural bug baits, but it could get very messy very quickly.
Once again, I just reacted. I sprayed them with an aerosol can of Terro which promises to repel bugs for 6 weeks. I don’t like using bug sprays in the house, but it seemed to work in the bathroom — at least there have been no more sightings in there even with yesterday’s surprise ant onslaught in neighboring rooms. I did my due diligence and checked out Terro’s website later. The spray is vet-approved so I suppose anything safe for Fido is safe for the kiddo, right? He’s past the floor licking stage anyway.
But the spiders. The spiders are freaking me out.