Door to door salesmen and solicitors. Yard guys look at our grass-less, violet filled yard and start to drool. Window guys look at our original windows and start to have convulsions. Siding guys get a glazed-over look when they try to pass me brochures. Then there's the guys who want to discuss the issues and the guys who want to run the world and the ladies who want to save our souls. People walking the beat bloom in the spring-like weeds.
Two quick door to door guy stories. Earlier in the week a window guy showed up. His "estimate" was somewhere between $300 and $1000 a window. That's an estimate? Isn't honing in on a more exact price his job? He might as well said somewhere between $10 and $1,000,000. We shooed him away right quick.
Yesterday I was in the Kingdom of Laundry. As I got to the top of the steps I heard a hearty knock on the front screen. I don't know what that guy was selling or promoting because I pressed myself against the wall and slunk out the backdoor. I hung out with Marco until he went away. Yeah. I'm a people person.
Spiders. Oodles and oodles of spiders. This house has acquired the weirdest, creepiest spiders this spring. And I haven't seen the same type twice. There was the overly large black one descending right in the middle of the living room yesterday. The Girl, very nonchalant, said, "Hey, there's a spider in the living room." When I went to check it out the spider was just hanging there like a tiny pinata that wiggled on its own. Without realizing it I started chanting, No! No! No! No! No! Luckily, The Man was already on the case, capturing said pinata and throwing him outside.
That's right. We capture spiders and put them outside. Except those yellow ones that bite. They get to meet their maker.
There's another spider in the downstairs bathroom right now that The Man is keeping as a pet because he's "cool." I call him Charlie Brown. He's hiding right now, but the next time he's out I'll take his picture so you can see how why he's named that.
(Ugh. I just spent 7 seconds looking at spider site to see if I could identify what kind of spider Charlie actually is. Never again. That was terrible.)
Bats. Not in the house yet, but they were out last night when The Boy and I were out back by the fire. Give it a few more days and one of the little darlings will be banging off the walls and hanging from my curtains. Good times. It's not spring until we spend a good chunk of an evening chasing a bat out of the house.