Yes – a grasshopper flew into my hair and got stuck.

Yes – “millers” followed me in to the house nightly.

Yes – a mosquito or two tried to suck my blood.

And yes – at least twice, two gi-normous Circus-Peanut-Candy-sized bees bumbled sideways into me, somehow unable to resist the gravitational pull I apparently possess.

But, omygosh!!!!  The spiders!  EEKS!  It is raining spiders in Springfield, literally!  Each time one of the parentals and myself have headed out to the patio swing, or out the front door or really anywhere – some mammoth, hairy, scary spider drops from a doorframe or a tree or the roof overhang or the sky.  aaaaaaaarrrrrggggghhhhhhhheeeeeeeeeeekkkksssssss……!!!!!!!!!!!!

One spider, a fat, black, nickel-sized spider just sat on my wrist as if he were my pet.  The one in the picture was at least a 2-incher.  They’re everywhere – in the sky, in my hair.  Mama-mia – H E L P !