DEATH: ON A STICK
Roommate complaint of the day!
(And please, before you judge me to be horrendously awful, read my account. THEN you may judge me.)
My dear, sweet roommate Beth once upon a time took a liking to palm trees. Since she is my landlady's sister and she moved in before me, she decorated our bathroom with palm trees. There are palm trees on the shower curtain, the soap dispenser, the towels, the trash can, and the toilet brush holder. By and large, it adds a homey, connected feeling to our bathroom that I have not experienced since leaving home.
There is, however, one problem.
When I step into the shower, prepared to cleanse myself and start my day anew, I always turn around, glance out of the corner of my eye, and what do I see?
GIANT HAIRY TARANTULAS OF DOOM ON MY SHOWER CURTAIN WAITING TO LEAP OUT AND EAT ME.
EVERY.
SINGLE.
DAY.
It ALWAYS takes me a moment to realize they're just palm trees decorating the shower curtain.
Heh.
Heh.
Just palm trees.
Pardon me while I shudder.
Showering, once a pleasant, joyous activity, now sends shoots of terror into the start of my every morning.
Really, is anyone surprised that I'm so spider-jumpy these days?
(And for the record, no, terrifying tarantulas of DOOM are not enough to cut my luxuriating shower short. I just now spend that luxuriating shower with a modicum of fear every time I turn around.)
(And please, before you judge me to be horrendously awful, read my account. THEN you may judge me.)
My dear, sweet roommate Beth once upon a time took a liking to palm trees. Since she is my landlady's sister and she moved in before me, she decorated our bathroom with palm trees. There are palm trees on the shower curtain, the soap dispenser, the towels, the trash can, and the toilet brush holder. By and large, it adds a homey, connected feeling to our bathroom that I have not experienced since leaving home.
There is, however, one problem.
When I step into the shower, prepared to cleanse myself and start my day anew, I always turn around, glance out of the corner of my eye, and what do I see?
GIANT HAIRY TARANTULAS OF DOOM ON MY SHOWER CURTAIN WAITING TO LEAP OUT AND EAT ME.
EVERY.
SINGLE.
DAY.
It ALWAYS takes me a moment to realize they're just palm trees decorating the shower curtain.
Heh.
Heh.
Just palm trees.
Pardon me while I shudder.
Showering, once a pleasant, joyous activity, now sends shoots of terror into the start of my every morning.
Really, is anyone surprised that I'm so spider-jumpy these days?
(And for the record, no, terrifying tarantulas of DOOM are not enough to cut my luxuriating shower short. I just now spend that luxuriating shower with a modicum of fear every time I turn around.)