Spiders, that is. This one was in the computer room, on the floor, nestled up to the phone book I have sitting in front of the mirror with my curling iron resting on it (too lazy to stand up the whole time it takes to curl my hair), so I Pledged it almost to death, but when it wouldn't die, I caught him in Kleenex and flushed him down the toilet. I seem to find them all over the place, whereas Aaron never sees them 'til I point one out. The weird thing is, they're almost never the same kind of spider. Almost all of them have been a different color or size. At least I know they're not makin' babies or anything in here. OMG I would die, reincarnate myself, and then move out. And now I've started dreaming about them! Dropping down from the ceiling and landing in people's hair! Gross. Maybe I should see if spider symbolize anything in dreams...
I didn't win the lottery last night, as you can see, since the jackpot went up another 3 million dollars. I guess that just means I'll be able to win more next time, eh?
2 comments:
Haven't you ever heard of bug bombs? Pick a time when you and Aaron will both be gone for a few hours, set the sucker off, and vacuum up the spider carcasses when you return. Cover or remove any food stuffs. Good luck.
'cept my vacuum sucks. and dad says i'm starting to get your
phobia...i'm not afraid of them (unless they're 2 inches from my face
and i don't realize this right away...), i just don't like them.
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