Nov 11, 2009 20:58
I ventured into the attic today...
There are like, dead bodies and shit up there...
You have to go up a dodgy ladder to get in, and there's no actual floor up there, only wooden beams to stand on (in the places where there's no junk piled up) and if you step on the foam inbetween those, you die. Like, literally, fall through the house and die.
Note, I'm too tall to even stand straight up there, especially if I don't want fucking webs in my hair or whatever.
Then a wasp flies in from nowhere...
oh sorry, did I say a wasp?
I meant a fucking beast of the underworld.
It was actually the size of my ass
I sprayed it to death in self defense as soon as it landed, which took about 5 minutes and half the can of spray. I mean I was spraying it directly in the face and it was just standing there like, what the fuck are you doing don't you know I don't die.
And now I dare say I've decided whenever I move out of this house, rather than going back up there to sort that shit out, I'll just light a match and throw it up there lmao
unwanted wasp phobia,
bitch i don't die