I live with spiders. I used to live with a husband. Now I live with spiders. And other critters. They seem to know that the critter killer moved out, and so they moved in.

Everyday I spy a long-legger or two in a corner or two, or I walk through a web or two, or may even feel a crawl on my leg. Eww! Do I screech? Don’t you hear me?

This summer I caught a leaping frog across the bedroom floor. Last night I almost stepped on a lizard. This is when the screeches elevate to full-on yells. Then, I walk around the house with a flashlight, check under my bed sheets for… bedbugs?, and scratch my head for no real reason. I am creeped out!

It use to be that the creeped-out-yell would summons the critter killer. Quickly. But he is off duty, which means I have been promoted. I hate this role. It takes guts, that I don’t have, and don’t even want.

I dread the day I see a mouse. That may be the end of me. Please pray that a miracle critter killer will show up and do the job and spare my life. In the name of Jesus, please pray against mice.

Until then, and prayerfully never, I live with spiders.