Several of these ladies share my studio (which is a converted garage) with me. I have nothing against them. They don't actually bother me much (I like
spiders). However, given that black widows like to live and hide behind boxes, and that my studio is filled with...er, boxes, I've decided it's time for the arachnid equivalent of U-Haul (well, that and the fact that one was running past my toes when I looked down the other day). So, tomorrow I'm hiring somebody to come over to help with black widow removal (nobody wanted to volunteer—go figure).
The last time I cleaned the studio and evicted spiders, I fell so ill afterward that I wound up at the hospital the next day. My husband, aided with a home health manual and the Internet, came to the conclusion that I must've been bitten by a black widow. (More likely, it was food poisoning.)
I'll let you know how it goes.
Labels: organizing, spiders, studio