And here's a funny picture of Sweetie sitting between me and writing this blog post:
She wanted to let me know that she was tired and wanted to go to bed. Initially, she laid down and rested her head on my arm, making it difficult to type with my right hand, but then she sat upright and stared at the mirror with huge eyes as though she saw a bug hide behind it. She has a freak talent for knowing where a bug is. We mostly get small spiders the size of your thumb nail, but sometimes they can get to the size of your palm. Hobo spiders get pretty big when you let them, but with her around, we've been able to capture or kill them before they get that size. I try to catch and release them whenever possible. They're good for getting rid of other unwanted bugs.
They're also good for scaring my mom. Just kidding. I'm not mean, and I don't like mean pranks. She screams when she sees them loose, but she just gets freaked out when she sees them in the bug jar. Her screaming hurts my sensitive ears, which is why I'm forever grateful that Sweetie notifies me when she sees one. Most spiders that don't make webs in the air hunt on foot at night, which is why Sweetie and I are the perfect spider-eradicating team: We're both nocturnal!
Uh oh! It's 3:51 AM! Time for bed!