You must have heard this before: if you kill a spider its gonna rain.
Well, it’s gonna pour! There are little eight legged monsters every where, and I am killing them all. Which is a huge improvement from my screaming and running away. Which does still happen with the bigger ones.
I busted my baby gate, lovely thing to do I know, and it will be two weeks before they send a replacement. The daycare agency that I have my licensing through was nice enough to lend me one until then. However, it came with a HUGE spider. I was outside banging that gate on the steps in hope of the HUGE eight legged freaky thing falling off. I was scaring the kids with my craziness, I was scaring myself, scared I was going to break yet another gate. Once that thing got the hint and got gone, I looked up in hoped that my one and only neighbour didn’t see my crazy gate beating behaviour, thankfully the coast was clear. And boy did I let the agency know what they put me through!! *chills going through my body of the thought of it*