Can a spider poo? A mother turned to Facebook seeking guidance as she expressed her confusion over discovering a set of black droppings scattered throughout her home. Posting on a Mrs. Hinch fan page, she shared a series of images revealing peculiar black specks along her skirting board and wall.
“Anyone have any idea what this is?” She asked. “Just appeared this last week or so on the skirting board in my dining room, also bits on the wallpaper and the floor which gets mopped every day! It’s not bumpy, it looks like some sort of paint splatter but it isn’t.” She continued.
Followers came back with a common answer – Spider Poo
Fellow enthusiasts of Mrs. Hinch promptly came to the rescue, with users confidently asserting that the markings were indeed spider droppings. One wrote: “It happens a lot this time of year, spiders pooing everywhere, Dettox spray is good for it.” While another said: “It’s spider poo after they’ve eaten flies. I get it on my window sill.” Others said it could have been “fly poo” while one user was adamant, it was “spider poo for defs”.
What do the experts say?
According to various sources offering advice on pests, spiders typically do not leave solid droppings; instead, their excrement is thick and liquid in consistency, resembling dark ink stains. These markings often appear on walls and surfaces.
Spider feces are not solid; instead, they appear as dark stains or drips on walls and surfaces. The specific appearance of the droppings varies among spider species, making it challenging for the untrained eye to distinguish.
Typically, spider poop accumulates in a specific location below their web, often in corners with cobwebs on walls. Since spiders seek dark or undisturbed places for refuge, their droppings may unexpectedly appear in various locations. The size of spider droppings is approximately that of a pinhead, and they exhibit a monotone color, with variations in white, black, gray, or brown hues.
Is spider poo dangerous to handle?
While spider poop is not proven to transmit pathogens, it is advisable to treat it with caution and handle it as if it were potentially toxic. Studies indicate that pathogens ingested by spiders do not typically pass on through their droppings.
Nevertheless, it’s important to exercise caution and thoroughly wash hands with soap and water after handling spider feces. Cleaning fresh spider droppings is easier, while dried ones may require more effort to remove and may leave behind yellow stains.
It’s essential to note that cleaning up spider poop does not eliminate the spiders responsible for it. To prevent the reappearance of droppings, taking action against these creatures is necessary. Maintaining a highly tidy environment and removing every spider web you encounter is a good starting point. There are also products available to assist with infestations, and professional pest control services are well-equipped to handle such situations.
My In-Laws Never Invite Me to Family Dinners – I Was Shocked to Find Out Why
Laura never felt quite at home with her in-laws until a misunderstanding about a “smell” at a family dinner led to a humorous yet eye-opening revelation.
Ever since marrying Mark, I’ve felt like a stranger to his family. His parents, the Harrisons, hold regular family dinners that I’m seldom invited to. Mark always goes alone, returning with excuses that do little to comfort me. “They didn’t think you’d be interested,” or “It was a last-minute plan,” he’d say.
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But deep down, I couldn’t shake off the rejection. I needed to belong, to show that I cared about being part of their lives. So, I made a decision that Sunday: I would go to their next dinner uninvited. To soften my unexpected arrival, I baked a batch of my best brownies. It felt like the perfect icebreaker.
Carrying the warm tray of brownies, I stood at the front door of the Harrison home, my heart pounding in my chest. The house, a large, elegantly maintained Victorian, always seemed imposing to me.
The Harrison’s house | Source: Midjourney
Mark had told me stories of his childhood here, playing in the lush garden and climbing the big oak tree in the backyard. But to me, it was like a fortress guarding family secrets I wasn’t privy to.
I rang the doorbell, smoothing down my dress nervously. After a few moments, Mrs. Harrison opened the door. Her expression shifted from surprise to a constrained smile. “Laura! What a surprise… please, come in,” she said, stepping aside. Her voice was polite, but I sensed a hesitation.
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As I entered, the smell of roasted meat filled the air. The house was buzzing with the sounds of laughter and clinking glasses. I moved through the foyer into the living room where the family gathered. Everyone paused as I entered, their expressions a mix of curiosity and discomfort. “I brought some brownies,” I said, trying to sound cheerful as I held up the tray.
“Oh, how lovely,” Mrs. Harrison remarked, her smile not quite reaching her eyes. The others murmured their thanks, eyeing the brownies but continuing their conversations. I felt an air of tension, as if my presence had thrown off a delicate balance.
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I tried to mingle, complimenting the home, asking about work and recent vacations. But each conversation felt strained, the responses polite but brief. Something was off, and I couldn’t put my finger on it. Despite my best efforts to blend in and be part of the family, I still felt like an outsider looking in.
A few days after the dinner, I decided it was time to address what I believed was an uncomfortable truth about my presence in the Harrison household. Under the guise of a special announcement, I invited the entire family over to our home.
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“It’s important, and I would really appreciate everyone being there,” I emphasized to Mrs. Harrison over the phone, who reluctantly agreed. The air was thick with nervous anticipation as I prepared for the evening.
On the day, as the Harrisons arrived, I could feel my heart racing. I greeted each family member with a warm but tense smile. The living room was filled with a mixture of curious and apprehensive faces as everyone settled in. Mark looked at me, puzzled by the formality I had infused into the evening.
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“Thank you all for coming,” I began, my voice slightly shaking. “I have something special to share with you today.” I then presented the gift basket filled with various scented items.
“I thought this might help with the smell issue so I can be more welcome at your gatherings,” I said, my tone a mix of sincerity and defensiveness.
Laura talks in front of her family | Source: Midjourney
The room fell silent. Faces turned from puzzled to shocked. Mrs. Harrison’s mouth fell open slightly, and Mr. Harrison’s eyebrows knitted in confusion. Mark’s gaze darted from the basket to me, his confusion evident.
“Smell issue? Laura, what are you talking about?” Mrs. Harrison finally broke the silence, her voice a mixture of concern and bewilderment.
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I swallowed hard, realizing the conversation was not going the way I had anticipated. “Last time at your house, I overheard talk about a problematic smell… I thought it was about me,” I confessed, feeling a rush of embarrassment.
Mr. Harrison cleared his throat and exchanged a glance with his wife. “Laura, I’m so sorry you felt that way, but you misunderstood. It’s not about you personally. It’s your perfume.” He looked genuinely apologetic. “I have severe allergies to certain fragrances, and your perfume happens to trigger my allergies. We never wanted to upset you.”
Mrs. Harrison talks to Laura | Source: Midjourney
The room was quiet for a moment before I let out a breath I didn’t realize I had been holding. Relief washed over me, mingled with a deep embarrassment. “I wish I had known sooner,” I muttered, a faint smile breaking through the awkward tension.
Mrs. Harrison approached me, her expression softened. “This is all a big misunderstanding. We should have communicated better. We’re truly sorry for not being upfront about it,” she said, reaching out to take my hand.
Mark hugs Laura | Source: Midjourney
We all shared a moment of collective realization about the importance of clear communication. Mark stepped closer, putting his arm around me, his presence reassuring. Apologies and expressions of regret flowed more freely now, and the evening slowly shifted from uncomfortable revelations to heartfelt conversations.
By the time the night ended, the air had cleared in more ways than one. I felt a renewed sense of connection with the Harrisons, grounded in honesty and a mutual willingness to understand each other better. We agreed to keep the lines of communication open to prevent such misunderstandings in the future.
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After that night, things changed for the better. We all saw how crucial it is to communicate openly. I switched to hypoallergenic products to not trigger Mr. Harrison’s allergies.
This small change made a big difference. Gradually, I felt more included in family events. The Harrisons made sure I felt welcome, and I started enjoying our gatherings.
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We set up a family group chat, where we now share everything from day-to-day updates to plans for upcoming events. Everyone makes an effort to be clear and open about what’s going on. It’s such a relief to feel that I am finally a real part of Mark’s family.
Grocery Store Cashier Asked Me a Question – I Thought He Revealed My Husband’s Cheating, but the Reality Left Me Stunned
Margaret’s routine grocery trip turned life-changing after a cashier’s remark. Was her husband hiding a secret baby, or was the truth more heartwarming?
Every Thursday marks the highlight of my week—a simple, predictable trip to the grocery store. At 45, I find a strange comfort in the familiar aisles, the routine helping ground me in what has been a largely uneventful life.
Margaret walks along the store | Source: Midjourney
My husband, Daniel, and I have been married for twenty years. It’s been a quiet journey, filled with mutual understanding and acceptance, especially after we came to terms with not being able to have children. Our life together is comfortable, perhaps mundane to some, but it suits us perfectly.
This Thursday started like any other, but as I placed my groceries on the conveyor belt, a young cashier I hadn’t seen before struck up a conversation. “How’s the baby doing? Your husband was here last week, asking a lot about baby food allergies,” she said, scanning a box of cereal.
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I paused, my hand on a carton of milk. “I think you must be mistaken. We don’t have a baby,” I replied, the words stiff on my tongue as a wave of confusion washed over me. The cashier, a boy barely out of his teens, looked up, surprised.
“No, I remember him. He asked for hypoallergenic baby formula. He was very specific,” she insisted, pushing my groceries further along.
Shocked Margaret | Source: Midjourney
The drive home was a blur. My mind raced with impossible scenarios. Daniel, my Daniel, involved with someone else? A baby? The thought lodged itself in my chest, heavy and suffocating. We had faced our reality of childlessness together—had he found a way to undo that part of our life without me?
Sleep was elusive that night, and by morning, I was resolute. I needed answers. I couldn’t confront Daniel without knowing the full story. So, I did something I never thought I would—I decided to follow him.
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