Another Day, Another Bite

I was greeted today with the news that yet another employee at my job was bitten by a spider.

I now have an air tight container to contain my purse and bag during the day and I refuse to work with my feet on the floor, so I sit with them both propped up on a chair under my desk.

My husband is out of town and tonight is trash night.  I forgot about it until the sun went down and then I went outside to move the trash can to the curb.  As I walked up to the trash can, I noticed in the reflection of the garage light, a long string of a spider web connecting the trash can to a nearby tree. 

I literally wanted to just sit down in the middle of the driveway and cry.  I felt so defeated.

After about 15 minutes of pulling and kicking at the trash can and then finally getting it down to the curb, I wondered, "Is anyone else having a day that makes them think about spiders 8,495 times, like I am?"

I NEED A VACATION.