Bugs

A few days ago, I did some laundry, and as is my practice, I went and hung a lot of it out on the line. I have a little clothespin holder that I just leave out on the line. Since it's been so dry lately, they just kind of hang there and get warm... nothing happens to them.
But when I went to put my laundry out, my clothespins were not on the line. I dug through the dry grass and the weeds and found the bag and went to hanging out my clothes. This was really fun, especially when I found that in addition to my clothespins, there were also hundreds of earwigs! Seriously, every pin I pulled out had one or two hidden in the little holes, and the entire bottom of the bag was covered with them. I dumped the clothespins and half the earwigs onto the ground, then hung the bag on the line. Eventually I figured they'd all crawl out and find somewhere dark and moist... which they did.
So that was disgusting.
And then later on that day, Kevin and I went over to the church for a fireside. On the way, I stopped to pick a nectarine off my neighbor's tree. Usually I would feel a little bit bad for taking such marvelous fruit. But it was so good I didn't care. No! not really. Our neighbor is elderly and currently living in a assisted living center, so his fruit just dumps on the ground. I felt like I was doing a little bit of a favor.
Unfortunately, after I picked the fruit, I felt tickly, like there was a hair caught under my shirt. So I glanced into my shirt, and there was a SPIDER! In my shirt! I started squealing a little bit and trying to get it out. It was a good thing it was only Kevin walking with me, because it sure wasn't decent, dainty, or proper. But it was a spider and had to be removed. Oooohh... the thought of it still makes me shudder and feel tickly.