So, either the spiders have gone overly crazy with their web designs in the lofty corners of my front porch, or that is something Robb routinely took care of without telling me.
I suspect the latter is the case.
I suddenly realized that the cobwebs were visible from the street. That doesn't make a home so inviting, but more like the haunted house of the neighborhood. No need to start any of those rumors.
So I headed out there with my broom, and I began sweeping away at the corners, clearing out all the muck. I reached as I high as I could. But the spiders had reached higher. I stood on my tiptoes. I reached with my broom.
Finally, I resorted to throwing the broom at the cobwebs, hurtling it up in the general direction, and ducking out of the way before the broom or the cobwebs hit the ground. Repeatedly.
In the end, I resolved to bring the step stool outside - the task I was avoiding as if it involved a donation of my bone marrow. By the time I finished, I had cobwebs in my hair, in my flip flops, and I'm pretty sure in my teeth.
But my entryway is inviting again. All to make room for the autumn wreath.
I took on the cobwebs. (Robb would never believe this to be true.)