I went into the garage just to grab an old toolbox!

We called an exterminator immediately. Watching the professionals work was both a relief and another reminder of how much had been hidden. They stripped down the webs, sprayed chemicals, and methodically dismantled the nest. Still, even after it was gone, the memory lingered. For days, I avoided stepping foot into that garage.

The experience shifted something in me. The garage, once just a mundane storage space, now carried a strange weight. Each time I passed it, I thought about what I hadn’t seen, what I had ignored for so long. It wasn’t just about spiders anymore—it was about the reminder that nature thrives in the shadows, in the places we don’t look, and sometimes right under our noses.

Even now, months later, I still hesitate before opening the garage door. The exterminator assured us the infestation was gone, but my mind plays tricks. I imagine those tiny legs crawling just out of sight, another nest building in silence. The thought is enough to make me shiver.

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