. . .black death. . .?
I have this thing in my house that is rather small, or if you are an arachna fanatic, meium sized. Yeas, all black, the size of a fucking quarter, this thing comes out th stare at me. . .which mind you terrifies me, and then it is off again. At first I thought I had a female black widow, and I didn't sleep for two nights, no joke either. No, I stayed away for two nights staring at my bathroom from the hallway ready for action with a show and a spray bottle and a lighter. I was either gonna smash it, spray it and poison it, or light this sun of a fucking bitch on fire with a lighter and a flammable chemical. Two nights; no sleep, nothing to eat or drink, not moving, not even a sound. I was so terrified I was comatose. I was scared even more when my brother walked in ( didn't hear him or his girl )through the door, and tapped me on the shoulder. I almost jumped a foot in the air thinking it was a black widow spider. I still don't know what kind it is, but the mere fact that it is there, terrifies me. If I die b/c some spider got fucking hungry, swear on everything I will come back as the coldest fucking weather and freeze everything just to kill these son-bitches. I can't eat, barely sleeping now...but I awake to everything that touches me, even if it's just my hair blowing b/c of my fan. I don't sleep with sheets or covers, I am terrified. I have justification for all of this however. When I was young, maybe 4....I awoke in my house back in the midwest, to over 10,000 spiders covering my walls and one dangling rather close to my face...I criied. I screamed so loud someone called the police from next door. From that day, I couldn't shake it. Yes, I've triied, but I can't shake it. I FUCKING HATE SPIDERS.
This black, quarter sized, eight legged, creation of the higher being...has me terrified. I don't even go to the bathroom to shave, shower, or anything else. I shower at the gym, haven't shaved yet b/c all my stuff is in there, no nothing at all. I am willing to walk a quarter mile just to use the bathroom. I am so terrified that today was the first time I've eaten in two days, and I couldn't even finish a pbj.
I told my brother the first time I saw a motha fucking black widow, I was off to the gun store to by a box of shells, and a fucking .12 gauge. I'm not even kidding. I've triied for three days now to kill this thing, and it laughs at my every attempt. Today i triied something lethal, even to humans. Yes, I mixed chloride ( liquid mix ) and bleach ( liquid mix ) and sprayed it into the hole where earlier I saw it dissappear into. Nothing yet, but I hope I have killed it. I had to leave every window open ( with a screen of course ) in the house and use fans to rid the apartment of fumes. If this doesn't work, I don't know what will. It is rather quick too, I should say. This is a sneaky little bitch, and I feel everywhere I am it is atching me, and plotting revenge. I know I will not sleep easy againuntil it is either captured ( dead or alive ) or I straight out stomp the mother fucker. GOD please, let this not be a black widow. My mother almost died a couple of years ago, from the bite of a brown recluse. Gardening, she never knew it could be so dangerous. She sat for three days in the ICU at Community Hospital in Munster, IN. I thought I might loose her. It seems to me, the littler you are the more deadly you become. I do not like spiders Sam. I am afraid, afraid I am.
Jordan
This black, quarter sized, eight legged, creation of the higher being...has me terrified. I don't even go to the bathroom to shave, shower, or anything else. I shower at the gym, haven't shaved yet b/c all my stuff is in there, no nothing at all. I am willing to walk a quarter mile just to use the bathroom. I am so terrified that today was the first time I've eaten in two days, and I couldn't even finish a pbj.
I told my brother the first time I saw a motha fucking black widow, I was off to the gun store to by a box of shells, and a fucking .12 gauge. I'm not even kidding. I've triied for three days now to kill this thing, and it laughs at my every attempt. Today i triied something lethal, even to humans. Yes, I mixed chloride ( liquid mix ) and bleach ( liquid mix ) and sprayed it into the hole where earlier I saw it dissappear into. Nothing yet, but I hope I have killed it. I had to leave every window open ( with a screen of course ) in the house and use fans to rid the apartment of fumes. If this doesn't work, I don't know what will. It is rather quick too, I should say. This is a sneaky little bitch, and I feel everywhere I am it is atching me, and plotting revenge. I know I will not sleep easy againuntil it is either captured ( dead or alive ) or I straight out stomp the mother fucker. GOD please, let this not be a black widow. My mother almost died a couple of years ago, from the bite of a brown recluse. Gardening, she never knew it could be so dangerous. She sat for three days in the ICU at Community Hospital in Munster, IN. I thought I might loose her. It seems to me, the littler you are the more deadly you become. I do not like spiders Sam. I am afraid, afraid I am.
Jordan