You don’t forget the night your own home turns against you.
When every corner twitches with legs and shadows, and you realize the sprays, traps, and “guaranteed” gadgets were nothing but expensive hope. I was there—exhausted, disgusted, and ready to surrender—until a ridiculous tip about a menthol chest rub flipped the entire war. One jar. A few cotton balls. And then, the spiders simply… disap… Continues…