arachnophobia

Our house has a spider issue. Despite chemical intervention to the Nth degree, the homestead continues to serve as some kind of arachnid refugee camp where everyone is welcome, regardless of size, type, or origin. Eeeekkkkk! So, yesterday we had our carpets cleaned in preparation for new living room furniture and some major rearranging. We moved all of the existing furniture to another room, and what horror should I discover beneath the couch cushions but dead spiders. Oh. My. God. Though I'm glad they are currently deceased, I am appalled by the thought that living spider kind once freely roamed my sofa. Thank goodness a new couch is on the way... I'm not sure I can still sit on the old one.