Everyone loves the idea of living in an old farmhouse. OK, maybe not everyone. It's a romantic ideal for some people. All the old wood, high ceilings, beautiful views of fields and forests.
Then there's the reality. I've had wasps in the house, snakes stuck to the wall by the back door (a real eye opener when you reach for the door knob!) and the various creepy crawlies.
This past weekend I was snoozing in the sack when I felt a bite on my leg. Thought it was a mosquito that had somehow found me. Went back to sleep.
When I got up a couple of hours later, it was obvious that I was wrong.
A brown recluse spider bite is something you can't ignore.
I've been treating it now for the past 5 days and it's getting pretty ugly.
My neighbor has been bitten twice by a brown recluse. The first time she spent three days in the hospital and they cut out an infected mass bigger than a golf ball. She got bit again last year, treated it herself and it still took 6 weeks to heal.
She told me what to do and I'm taking care of it.
You got to love living in the country, but sometimes it puts the bite on you!