Little Miss Muffet

Little Miss Muffet
Sat on a tuffet,
Eating her curds and whey;
Along came a spider,
Who sat down beside her,
And frightened Miss Muffet away.
Last night I felt like Miss Muffet. And if I could make the following rhyme while also making sense… I totally would.
After a long Monday, Little Ms. Me climbed into bed. When adjusting the blankets I saw what looked like a piece of fuzz flying through the air. Thankfully before I went to grab it, I realized it was a spider. A very large spider. It was speeding down a web from the bedroom ceiling to the floor, mere inches from me. I sprung out of bed and grabbed Brad’s slippers (he always uses my shoes to kills bugs) and went spider hunting. When I came around the side of the bed, the spider was nowhere in sight… then movement caught my eye. The spider was scurrying back up the web from the floor to the ceiling again. I hopped onto the bed and smashed him on the ceiling.
While waiting on Brad to come wipe the guts off of our ceiling two things hit me:
  1. That was the first time I’d ever seen a spider in our bedroom and we’ve lived in the house for 521 days.
  2. Either the spider was trying to clean my floor by arachnid bungee jumping or it was creating a massive web from the floor to the ceiling between the wall and my side of the bed. Which means it was trying to catch really big bugs… or me.

Regardless, falling asleep last night was a little bit rough.

While removing spider smush from the ceiling, Brad was reminded of the misunderstood spider.


We like to think that we have an unspoken agreement with spiders: We have no issue with them when they stay outside, but if they come inside the house we had better not see them.

On another note… has anyone actually eaten curds and whey before?

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