wee bugs

My previous post wasn't a metaphorical question. It's the time of year when bugs are sneaking or openly flying, into the shelter of our old house. The other day I trapped a spider (almost) as big as my palm under a mug, and successfully threw it outside. Who knows how long it will be before it sneaks its way back in though. I also saw some moths flying around, and would have liked to get rid of them (as moths have been desecrating our woolens lately), but they get drawn to those dang lights, totally out of my reach. I guess they'll die there anyway.

I would like to share more deeply than about the present insect invasion, but most life experiences feel too complex for words. I'm hate taking the risk of belittling them.