horrible spider battle and awesome boyfriend
Saturday night, I was tired. Really tired. Not only had I had a long day at work, but the night before, I hadn't slept all too well. The normally quiet campground was full of loud douchebags. So on Saturday, all I really wanted was to go online for a bit and crash out.
After being online for a bit, I realized that my internet energy was going to outlast my computer battery, so I brought the whole works over to my van and charged up while geeking out. Very nice.
When I left the tent, I checked it for spiders, and there were none. But when I got back, there were two big motherfuckers. The smaller of the two was hanging from my rainfly, right over the door. The big black one with a stripe was on the actual tent. I was brave, and reached into my tent around them to get the special spider killing bug spray, and began cackling maniacally as I hosed them down with the stuff. "Yeah, you like that, bitches??? DIE!!! DIE!!!"
The smaller one died pretty obediently, but he had a strong web, and stayed hanging from it. I had to look at him and tell him I'd deal with him later, though, because the bigger one (his body alone was the size of my index finger up to my first knuckle, nevermind the legs!) just fell off the tent and started coming for me! I kept spraying, and cursing him out (YOU FUCKER! WHY WON'T YOU DIE!?!?), he kept coming at me. Finally (we're like 3 minutes into this battle, at this point), I grabbed an empty can of cold coffee drink (iced Caribou, you are my savior!) and crushed him. I had to crush him twice before he even close to stopped moving.
He was still twitching when I finally found a stick to extract the other guy from the web and therefore my tent, and went inside.
Chris told me that if it was still moving when he got here, he'd kill it for me, and I was like, "Baby, if that thing is still moving tomorrow evening, I'm fucking moving my tent, that bastard will have won!"
When the wonderful creature I'm fortunate to call my boyfriend showed up yesterday, he had two cans of cold coffee drink, some Dentyne Ice, a bunch of books for me to read, and two more cans of spider killer for me. Is this guy onto me, or what? Not to mention, I think he's good for my sales; I always sell more boots when he's around. After work, we went out to eat with some people, and cleared out early, so we could hose off the day in the showers and get just as sweaty as we had started out, except in my tent. Giggity.
And now, I must be going, because I have that mythical full tank of gas for an empty van, and so I'm heading up to NJ for a few days. I'm going to hang out with
Trey tonight, see my amazing, intelligent, and sexy boyfriend tomorrow (by the way, yes, we're just this vomit-inducing in person or on the phone, too), and hopefully work at some club or another on Wednesday. Thursday morning, I'm out, back here to pick up this week's shipment of boots.
After being online for a bit, I realized that my internet energy was going to outlast my computer battery, so I brought the whole works over to my van and charged up while geeking out. Very nice.
When I left the tent, I checked it for spiders, and there were none. But when I got back, there were two big motherfuckers. The smaller of the two was hanging from my rainfly, right over the door. The big black one with a stripe was on the actual tent. I was brave, and reached into my tent around them to get the special spider killing bug spray, and began cackling maniacally as I hosed them down with the stuff. "Yeah, you like that, bitches??? DIE!!! DIE!!!"
The smaller one died pretty obediently, but he had a strong web, and stayed hanging from it. I had to look at him and tell him I'd deal with him later, though, because the bigger one (his body alone was the size of my index finger up to my first knuckle, nevermind the legs!) just fell off the tent and started coming for me! I kept spraying, and cursing him out (YOU FUCKER! WHY WON'T YOU DIE!?!?), he kept coming at me. Finally (we're like 3 minutes into this battle, at this point), I grabbed an empty can of cold coffee drink (iced Caribou, you are my savior!) and crushed him. I had to crush him twice before he even close to stopped moving.
He was still twitching when I finally found a stick to extract the other guy from the web and therefore my tent, and went inside.
Chris told me that if it was still moving when he got here, he'd kill it for me, and I was like, "Baby, if that thing is still moving tomorrow evening, I'm fucking moving my tent, that bastard will have won!"
When the wonderful creature I'm fortunate to call my boyfriend showed up yesterday, he had two cans of cold coffee drink, some Dentyne Ice, a bunch of books for me to read, and two more cans of spider killer for me. Is this guy onto me, or what? Not to mention, I think he's good for my sales; I always sell more boots when he's around. After work, we went out to eat with some people, and cleared out early, so we could hose off the day in the showers and get just as sweaty as we had started out, except in my tent. Giggity.
And now, I must be going, because I have that mythical full tank of gas for an empty van, and so I'm heading up to NJ for a few days. I'm going to hang out with
Trey tonight, see my amazing, intelligent, and sexy boyfriend tomorrow (by the way, yes, we're just this vomit-inducing in person or on the phone, too), and hopefully work at some club or another on Wednesday. Thursday morning, I'm out, back here to pick up this week's shipment of boots.