Spiders

Since we have moved to our new house, I have not spotted any spiders; this was good.

My middle son’s room is really really awful. His wardrobe is almost empty, and all his clothes are thrown out. I don’t know which ones are clean and which are dirty, but he said he knows.

Why do you have a wardrobe? I always ask him.

‘ I will pack them back,’ is his reply but he won’t, I know.

His muddy football boots were forgotten under the chairs. Plates, cups, water bottles are on his bookshelf. How many times I told him to clean it?  And how many times he promised, he will do? Countless times. Today, I wanted to surprise him and clean it. I expected to find spiders but there wasn’t any and now it is super clean. Hopefully, he will start to consider cleaning it regularly.

Then I moved on to my room, vacuuming and changing the bed sheet and covers, when all of a sudden, a spider, not big, not small was on my bed. He kept still, alive but motionless. I did not know where he came from. My room was not that bad. Definitely, it was not like my son’s. I did not think too much. I hit it with the duster, wrapped the corpse in a paper towel, and threw it in the bin.  ‘You’re in the wrong place’, I said

If I tell my son that spiders are escaping from his dirty room to mine, he will say that’s why he won’t clean it; to scare me. It’s better to keep it secret.

Wishing you all the best,

Nahla