This morning, while working on the computer, Sister Raymond approached me and asked if I had the courage to deal with another spider that was in her closet. I immediately picked up my weapon of choice, and we both headed for the bedroom. There, together, we saw the largest spider I have ever seen in my life. Hiding courageously behind one of five large cans of Raid, purchased specifically for these types of events, and that I have strategically placed around the house, I concealing my fear of spiders and slowly approached it. Boldly I crept upon it and sprayed it a number of times. This I did to ensure its demise would come quickly. A word of caution: After first spraying any spider we have encountered here, they will immediately run, and they are fast. In fact if they desired, they could be down off the wall, across the floor and onto your pant leg before you could get out of the way. So, you need to maintain a sufficient stream of spray to create a good lather of Raid on them before you let down your defenses. I was comfortable, that prior to our leaving the bedroom, the spider had progressed far enough in its death process to be communicating with those of its predecessors, on the other side.
Speaking of uninvited guests, we had a large wasp on our ceiling last night. It appeared to be somewhat larger than the ones I have been associated with in America. Seeing no movement and thinking it was dead, we let it be. This morning, much to our astonishment, it was gone from its “post” on the ceiling that it had occupied during the grave yard shift. Sometime later, however, it did return. Unlike the spider, only one burst from the Raid can was sufficient to render it unconscious. After a few seconds, the wasp loosened its grip on the ceiling and fell in a straight line to the floor, with a detectable “thud, “never to move again. Later, I gently placed it in the trash can.
