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That´s enough, seriously! My son is strolling across my studio, grinning from ear to ear, incessantly humming "An itsy bitsy spider". Well, thank you so much, I´ve got it! Those little beasts arrive on the scene the moment it gets dark in the room. I am short. I am shortsighted. The studio is dark except a single shining lamp next my computer. I can´t reach the plafond with my hands to squish the spiders. A broom is useless, they are too tiny.  The shops are all closed, so no bug spray for me. What am I supposed to do, applauding if one of those tiny gadflies comes down from the ceiling, landing on my keyboard? I dread to think how many of them have made it to the sleeping room already! Next summer, my plants will stay indoors or freeze to death outside during winter! Never again will I let those nasty arachnids terrorise me!