So, I slaughtered a spider yesterday. It was on the door, eyeballing me with its cruel, hate-filled black eyes. I swear, this is exactly how it looked:
Note the blood dripping from its venomous fangs. Note the sinister eyebrows. Note the obviously EVIL dialogue.
At any rate, it was the spider or myself. So I brandished my chinese throwing stars and severed its head in a move Jean Claude Van Damme would have admired.
Okay, I may be exaggerating just a bit. Here's how it actually went down:
1--I screamed like a little girl
2--I closed my mouth because HOLY CRAP, what if the spider jumped INSIDE IT?!?! HORK
3--I screamed inside my head like a little girl
4--I got a window cleaner spray bottle
5--I hosed the spider like it was on the Titanic
So anyway, the end result was still the same. I'm pretty sure I deserve a medal for bravery. *sniffle*
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Too funny. It's the centipedes and millipedes that freak me out. I always run for my husband when I see one of those.
"I closed my mouth because HOLY CRAP, what if the spider jumped INSIDE IT?!?! HORK"
Bwahahahaha!!! Must have been a big one if it had the leg strength to jump that far. I don't blame you.
omg hahahaha I just cracked up at the closing your mouth part. And then shuddered at the thought of having to deal with a spider.
*hands you a gold medal*
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