Our Christmas tree is fantastic this year! Seriously. It has been in our house for almost 4 weeks, it is still sucking up water and has dropped a bare minimum of needles. It's the perfect shape, and we've stuffed every ornament we had on. It's overloaded with colors, shapes and sparkles and the lights glow so warmly...it's my favorite tree we've ever had. Before my husband left for deployment, he bought me this darling snowman tree topper...it totally makes the tree us. No frilly angel or glittering star for us. Give me a snowman in white and reds and I'll be beyond happy.
But the first day it was up I thought this tree must have a spider. There were strings of spider web starts from the tree to the ceiling, to the wall. I knocked them down. Sorry, spider, this tree is perfect without your help. I've periodically run a swiffer through the branches, which is pretty sad when I have to dust my tree, but I've done it.
Today, I've discovered why I'm not keeping up with the problem. Our tree has a GIANT spider friend that has set up base camp in my perfect snowman tree topper! It's winter for crying out loud! I thought spiders went away, or at least stayed where I couldn't' see them. I'm not a baby, I've killed my share of spiders or if I'm feeling brave and generous, set them outside to keep my garden nice. I don't usually have a problem with them. This one is on my list. It crawls up into my snowman when I come by and I can't get it.
I know it will be lurking there when Christmas is over and I have to take all my ornaments off. Not cool, spider, not cool at all.
Since my husband has been gone, there have been very few things that I thought he should be here to help me. I am a capable woman, who has done this before and will do it again. I don't cower from noises in the dark of night or cringe at spilled garbage. I am almost embarrassed to admit this, but this...well I want his help for this!