Arachnids

This spider lives in my back doorway. It is large, but not as big as the tarantula we met on the road this morning. My dog flung it about with her nose for a while and then decided that discretion was the better part of valor. I don't mind the spider, but I do have a mouse. Of course if I have one mouse I must have a mouse extended family. I just looked over at the stove and a mousy little head popped out of the burner. Being a Buddhist and having boundless respect for all sentient beings, I did not hesitate to turn on the burner and help the mouse on its way to another incarnation. The mouse was much quicker than me. Something must be done. I wouldn't mind if they stayed on the floor, but I see their little droppings on my counter and stove top. My neighbor says I should mix plaster of Paris and corn meal and put it out for the sweet little things to snack on. I might try this. They are awfully cute, but they carry Hantavirus and maybe plague. I don't want their droppings in my tea. They'd blend right in.