So.... I was sitting here tonight, minding my own business, reading my nook by lamplight and I catch movement in my peripheral vision. Of course after catching sight of what it is I screech and run into the other room. Its late and of course my husband is in bed so he cant come save me. So I stand in the other room for a minute staring at the creature that has taken up residence in the middle of my living room floor. The spider, and I use that term loosely because it was more like a frickin TARANTULA, is pretty much standing there in all its eight legged creepiness laughing at the manner in which I vacated the room. So, knowing my baby will be crawling around on that floor in the morning I grab a shoe and try to muster enough courage to get close enough to kill it. I give the shoe one good whack, screech, throw the shoe and run back into the other room. After a moment I come back and sure enough its dead. Now I realize that I dont have enough courage to get it off the floor so I decided to leave a note for my husband to do it in the morning. So I sit back down and grab my book, all the while keeping a weary eye on the dead spider. And its a good thing I did because five minutes later that dead spider starts walking across the floor. The thing was dead! I swear! All of its legs were curled up in a fraky ball when I hit it. So I jumped up, grabbed the shoe, storm across the room because now Im just flat pissed off, and smack it three more times. So what do you think im doing right now, after all this craziness has happened? Im sitting here in my chair with a shoe in one hand and my phone in the other while I tell it what to write. Oh and dont worry, Im not holding some flimsy tennis shoe anymore. Nope. Ive got a hiking boot. I would have had a steel toe work boot but I couldnt seem to find one.
Posted on: Thu, 05 Sep 2013 06:55:12 +0000
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