Because Johnny and I are only visiting, we've been staying at my mom's house on a mattress in the basement family room. Beggars can't be choosy. Anyway, the other night at around midnight I saw something crawling on the sheets next to me. I ran to turn on the lights and my sneaky suspicion that it was a creepy crawler was confirmed. There was a HUGE ugly spider sitting in the middle of our bed (girls exaggerate about the size of bugs, but Johnny will back me up, it was huge). I scream for Johnny to kill it so he grabs a pillow to smack it with, and when he hits it, hundreds of baby spiders explode across our bed!!! The horrors, the horrors! It was a nightmare come true. It took ten minutes to vacuum up the spiders plus the baby momma. Let's just say I slept in my mom's bed that night.
But the story gets better.
The next morning I go to make the bed so I shake out the blanket and hundreds more baby spiders go flying!!! This has to be a nightmare, but low and behold, I'm awake and baby momma number 2 is trying to make her escape! At this point I'm hysterical (and so glad I slept upstairs). We've since vacuumed and are in the process of spraying the basement but I think I'm permanently traumatized. Can you blame me?!
Here's a link to the recipe, but don't judge me, my tart looks nothing like the perfection of Martha's!
Pretending to freak out before going through an especially jungly area (full of creepy crawlers, no doubt) with a machete.
Freaking out for real when bugs start to crawl on me.
A room with a view. Imagine having a house here, b-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-l. (That's the ocean on the horizon.)
Now for the best part. When we got home we were beat, smelly, exhausted and I just wanted to go to bed. This is when Johnny says, "Ashley, don't freak out, but I found a tick." Yes, we got ticks. We spent the next hour searching and destroying the little suckers. I think I'll wait to go to High Point again when there's asphalt and flushing toilets.
