I love the warmer months of spring and summer. One of my favorite places to write is outside. Long ago I wrote my 2nd published book at a campsite while my hubby was fishing. I loved the sounds of nature and something about the fresh air sparked my creativity.
Now, I enjoy sitting on my porch to write before it gets too hot. I have a glass top table which used to reside on my porch, but the spiders claimed it. They would make homes under the glass and come out to chase me. Yes, I am terrified of spiders. It's a phobia I cannot conquer. The glass table has now been moved into my garage where it stays free of those pesky critters and provides a nice place to write with the garage door open. I have a nice view from there as well, and I have the joy of birds singing.
However, I still love to write on the porch. So I moved a small portable table to the porch. It's one they advertise that has legs that curve at the bottom and can slide under a chair. Perfect for my iPad, keyboard and my drink. A few days ago, I was deep into the story, over 1,000 words written for the day, and my spider radar kicked in. Yes, there was one of those little brown jumping spiders coming up to join me!
I lurched to my feet, the table rocked, my insulated drinking mug fell to the concrete floor, and the spider laughed. Yes, I know he did. Or she. The spider advanced. I grabbed my keyboard and moved it to the chair. I lifted my iPad and the stand as the spider tried to take it away. I shook the table to knock him off. He just gripped it with his special suction cup feet and laughed harder. I tossed the table to the concrete. Spider zipped under the place where the legs attach in a tiny crevice and jeered at me!
I tried using the fly swatter to scare him out. Nope. He was entrenched and taking ownership of the table. I had no recourse. It was kill or be killed. I marched to the garage, grabbed the insecticide, and armed for battle returned to win the war.
I sprayed and it wasn't long before the spider came out coughing and staggering. He surrendered the table and tried to escape. Ha! Not going to happen. Wham! Bam! I mashed that enemy flat.
Just to make sure this didn't happen again, I sprayed that table...soaked that table with insecticide all over the bottom. Then I abandoned it to dry and moved to the garage where I continued to write. I was productive that day, writing almost 2,000 words. And I felt victorious!
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