So, as soon as I opened my front door to let my husband out for work and kiss him goodbye this…

So, as soon as I opened my front door to let my husband out for work and kiss him goodbye this morning, there was a hideous tarantula on the outside of the front door (ok, so it wasn't hairy, but the thing was the size of my palm) and a big fat spider on the door threshhold, and a millipede that crawled into the front hallway. 😒 If you know anything about me, I HATE BUGS. My husband sprung into action, set his coffee on the table, grabbed a shoe and swiped the one off the door and sent it flying across the front yard (lol) and the other he moved away with his shoe. I picked the millipede up with a paper and got it back outside. He's my hero 😍 And even though I HATE bugs, I don't like killing them...I feel as though everything has its purpose, and their lives are just as significant as mine in some way. I know, I'm quite the hippie. Whatevs. The phrase, "its a jungle out there" most certainly applies to us Floridians every time we open our front doors. 😂