Yeah. Imagine waking up when one was crawling over your lips.
See, that’s the problem. It’s all about polite fiction, but they aren’t holding up their end of the bargain.
They need to get about the house. I know this, but I pretend that it is not so.
It’s quite probable that they cross my body frequently in their nocturnal voyages.
But why can’t they just do their best to avoid being seen? I wouldn’t mind if my house had thousands of spiders in it as long as they followed the simple rule: don’t be seen by a human and you will live to eat another fly.
It’s not like I’m going to set off a bug bomb in my house to get rid of them. I’m just looking for a little cooperation.