Have you ever felt like you were fighting a losing battle? I am arachnaphobic and in the last few months we've been having an influx of spider activity (due to the season changes, if you can call it that in Arizona). I've done everything I can think of and even the monthly spraying by pest control isn't helping. We had the biggest spider I've ever seen on my wall last week, I've had spiders running out from underneath the dishwasher while I'm cleaning the kitchen and then on top of it all, I was loading up dishes that hadn't fit in the dishwasher last night and there was a dead cockroach floating in one of the dishes. I don't care whether he was dead or not. It's still gross! I swallowed by disgust and finished up, went over and started to take the garbage out of the can and saw another one of the giant spiders, dead thankfully, under the table.

After the last giant spider, which resulted in me staying up until after midnight curled up in a ball in the chair, hubby now realizes that we need a new place. It just isn't happening fast enough for me. I can't, as a person horribly afraid of spiders, live in an infested apartment anymore. It's obvious that the measures we are taking aren't working, so the only resort I can see is to get out and leave it to them!

Sorry, had to vent. My skin is still crawling right now...