When we moved to Switzerland, we (naively) thought our creepy critter days were over.
We didn't have to search the 'web' to find pictures of these bad boys...we just had to look up:
|From a few weeks ago...|
|...and last night!|
(in all fairness, they could be girls and/or good, but NOT. IN. MY. HOUSE!)
Today's poem tells the story of our 'temporary guests' demise...
RIP Spiders. 🕷🕷
(to the tune of "Itsy Bitsy Spider"🎵)
crawled up our stucco'd walls
old lady freak out dance
accompanied high-pitched calls
out came the hand-vac
pointed at the ceiling
and the considerably-sized spiders
vanished amidst high-pitched squealing
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