The daddy-long-legs are staging a comeback. When we moved into this house last August, we probably killed about a half-dozen to a dozen of them a day for two weeks before the "infestation" started to subside. I figured it was due to our killing spree, but perhaps it was just autumn taking its own toll. Now that summer has sprung in Diever, it seems they're coming back with a vengeance. I got three of them in the shower this morning alone. Yuck!
Completely unrelated, it's funny the things that happen to you as a parent without your realizing it. I have, oddly and naturally, begun to refer to myself as "Mama" when talking to Aldus. Not "Mommy" or "Mom" as I would have supposed. Not even "Omma" (Korean for mother), which is how I try to consciously refer to myself so that Aldus will call me that. I haven't the faintest idea where "Mama" came from.
This post was written while listening to the dryer spin (a much more frequent occurrence now) and watching Maui chase flies.