So here is a facebook story. As I open my bathroom door tonight I spot one big black spider as big as a R5 rand coin and fat. After the initial shock and having fought the urge to pole vault into the shower I notice that my visitor does not look like it will move. However one can never be certain about these things so I continue in the stare contest which now allows my brain to clear the fear fog and think strategy. What to do... my conscience says you cant kill one of Gods creatures, every single other thing in my body screams kill it!!!! Which brings me to my next dilemma if i break the stare contest to find my murder weapon of choice Freddie (yes it has a name by now) might disappear and visit me in my bed tonight. This leaves me with only one choice the dreaded takkie (thank goodness it was not a flop day). I did not know lifting your foot without Freddie realising he is in big trouble and keeping aim would be that difficult. Do not forget about the guilt I am still feeling. Finally all is in place and I almost stomp a hole to China. I am not proud of this moment and feel slightly nauseous and very scared to lift my foot and have a spider crawl up my leg. cause I missed by a tekkie rib. Finally I gain the courage to slowly lift my foot only to find that. .. Freddie was a Fredelina and there are at least 20 little Fredelinatjies running for their dear lives. I am now a serial killer that screams like a girl and can pole vault! Now I am living in fear that one of the Fredelinatjies got away. Hungry, sad and fueled by the terror he/she had to endure at such a young age tjis litlle spider is watching my every move plotting vengeance... I can only think of one word DOOM!!!!! Not sure how I am going to explain the shower door.
Posted on: Sat, 15 Mar 2014 19:52:43 +0000
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