Upon returning from vacations, a peculiar pattern unfolds: spiders inevitably make themselves at home in our bathtub. While this phenomenon raises perplexing questions, a few theories have taken root in my mind. My suspicion is that these arachnids journey via the water sewage pipe, winding their way up from the depths beneath the floor, ultimately converging within the confines of the tub.
Now, if these eight-legged lodgers were occupying our living space, logic dictates we’d have stumbled upon them prior to embarking on days-long departures. This leads me to believe that they aren’t clandestinely hiding somewhere. As for countermeasures, my recourse is simple: I coax them into the abyss of the sink hole by initiating a gentle torrent of water.
Adding intrigue to our critter chronicles, especially amid the ongoing summer season, is the sudden influx of moths within our abode. Curiously, this mothly migration features a solitary specimen at a time, vanishing only to be succeeded by a fresh counterpart. A particular fascination stems from their predilection for our bathroom – the enigma of their attachment to this room has me baffled. Could it be the allure of the humid air that beckons them, or perhaps they’ve struck an affinity for the sanctuary of darkness? Mercifully, these moths prove harmless, sparing them from our intervention.
In sharp contrast, mosquitoes find themselves in our crosshairs. A ceaseless crusade is waged to eliminate these vexing pests. Often, their nefarious bites are inflicted upon us as we settle into our slumber, a most exasperating occurrence.
Adding to the avian arch-nemesis list are flies, frequently infiltrating our living space through the balcony door. In response, my determined wife undertakes repeated eradication attempts, battling these pesky airborne invaders.