You know when you try to kill a spider, and instead of dying, the spider falls on the ground and hides under a pile of stuff where you can’t find it without risking grabbing the spider? Yeah, that’s happening right now. In theory, the cats have an eye on things, though – the spider is pretty small and I’m not terribly freaked out. It could be worse.
That said, there are two important lessons that I’ve learned from this experience:
1. The medicine is working, and I feel human enough that I’m able to try (and fail) at killing a spider without breaking down into tears. (In fact, I haven’t cried in two weeks. Figure that one out.)
2. If you’re going to try to kill something creepy, MAKE SURE IT DIES. Ugh. So paranoid right now…