White Stuff and Spiders

It snowed yesterday. Yes, the white stuff has finally showed itself in the valley. We took a walk out in it, and it was so beautiful. The girls got cold, but it was still wonderful. I wanted to get a picture of it to show you all, but, alas, I didn't get my camera and then it stopped. Oh well, you'll just have to picture it yourselves. Imagine big white flakes, lots of them, coming down through the trees. There's still a little on the ground, but I doubt it'll stick around very long. It was nice anyway.

I've discovered that I'm becoming a bigger whimp as I get older. I hate spiders. Really hate them. They give me the willies. I usually get my hubby to kill them. But this morning I saw one (medium sized) crawling across the floor. Hubby was in the shower. A spider is not something to interrupt the shower with. But if I let this spider have his way in the house, he'll bite my girls. So, I grabbed a paper towel, steeled myself, and killed it myself. It was horrible. Not because it's dead, one less spider isn't something to cry about, but because I, me, myself had to do it. My SIL, who's having so much fun killing cockroaches right now, I sympathize. I'm sure, with winter and living in a basement, this is not my last spider killing session. Wish me luck.