bugs are forever

this morning i made a gruesome discovery. i opened my back door. the door to my back yard. the door that is in the bottom corner of my bedroom. the door with a noticeable gap at the bottom corner where daylight and night time seep in. this is the door i opened. terry had promised to come to get the chin high load of garbage that was sitting under my bedroom window and i wanted to take my lawn chair inside in case it was collected with the garbage. it's almost garbage, but it's garbage i choose to keep for now. anyways, i opened my back door and there laying on the carpet by the gap, was the hugest, meatiest, longest-legged, crumpled spider. i like to think it died on hitting the forcefield of bug protection that envelops my room but it's more likely that one of the fatfurryfelines killed it in a bout of playful night time hunting. i love that the fatfurryfelines are bug hunters but the thing is their hunting comes and their hunting goes. bugs are forever. the lamb will lay down with the lion but will i ever spoon with a spider? not of my own free-choice. i can't see the day.

everywhere i look i see potential bug dangers in this place. this place with all it's gaps and wholes and cracks and slits could be a bug utopia. i'm growing paranoia like tomatoes in the hot house. rick at work told me he has those sticky sheets down and it catches all sorts of bugs. it makes me shudder to think of the daily gruesome discoveries i'll make but isn't it better than the reality of a creepy crawly highway/utopia in my living space? i think i'll get some.

i've got to think of a way to fill in that gap in the door. what about rodents??