Our many legged friends...

Yes, our many legged friends who have come to greet us & participate in our recent occupation of La Casetta.

Oh, I can handle this fellow. He is pretty benign & stays perched on the transom of a window. Doing what, I have no idea. Perhaps, biding his Time for Better Days outside... torrential rains were di rigore until a few days ago... grooving on the vibes of new painted wood, in the meantime, I suppose. 

And, I have no problem with odd cloud of microscopic air-borne creatures... hovering pin-dots... in the corner of My Bedroom above a floor lamp. There they cavort until lights out. Where they go afterwards I care not to know. And yet, no sooner do I flick the switch to the corner light than they punctually appear for another go.

Neither am I much bothered by small Volkswagen-like bugs slowly trudging from one upper wall to another... like mini-robots surveying the upper premises. Thank God, they don't leave a trail of ook like snails do!!! There's something with their altimeter that the one or two of these bugs... I have never spied more than that... which keeps them up towards the ceiling. More to eat? Licking the new paint is better up there? Chissa?

However, there is one of God's ambulatory visitors which I have An Extreme Displeasure in ever encountering. How about a furry, more-than-multi-long-legged, shitty-brown, scurrying insect... with long waving antlers!!!... and of not less than 2 & 3/4s inches in length? Totally outsized, in my mind, to crawl out of crack.  May I say? I DO NOT NEED TO SEE one of these creatures at 3:27 AM on my way to the Bathroom!!!  You may add the screeching violin music from Psycho Bathroom Scene to capture My Shock & Horror. Well, I just have to grab whatever... never the latest copy of the Italian ELLE Decor however... to KILL! KILL!! KILL!!! It then takes me several minutes of deep-breathing to gather-up the courage to scoop the smushed invader up with several layers of toilette paper to FLUSH HIM DOWN THE TOILETTE!!! This is follow by a stiff drink... I never seem to have the right sorts of drugs for crisis such as these... and a terrible night's sleep, fearing the worse... another will come out AND crawl all over me for KILLING his baby-brother!!! Gads.