Why am I so afraid? Are you?
Until my dear, lovely, wonderful father died 5 years ago, I called him for help. Now I'm on my own....facing the fear.
I'd like to be queen to Budda and I try to put the little suckers outside with a blessing, but the bottom line is.......I'm afraid they'll just knock on the door, holler and find another way to come back in.
I've suffered a couple of hideous spider bites; both on my face and it wasn't pretty. We're talking HOSPITAL time. Because of this, I'm not so generous. Bye, Bye for you!!