Originally Posted by Greenheron
I cannot match yours but my stash has sent out tentacles enough to engulf the guest bedroom wherein I spent countless lonely evenings scraping off 125 years of wallpaper and then recovering in a lovely wistaria pattern. I open a door a crack, slip in with a sturdy old broom handle, and beating off the reaching arms/legs? i grab a couple of pair of worn jeans, pull them writhing out the door and slash them into trash and useable quilt fabric. Phew. Sometimes of an evening, I tip-toe in with a flashlight (I'm not crossing the room to turn on a lamp.) and with a lightening fast nab, drag away a crumbling cardboard box of remnants to sort. Bwa ha ha. :shock:
I love your explaination of the monsters in your closet. Mine has arms and hairy legs too. Sometimes I think I see red beedy eyes staring back at me. Then I just pet them, and they go back to sleep. They are so soft....