*Crystalline* Taking Back What's Mine!
And so it begins.
I've been waiting nearly a month now, for it to casually skitter past my foot, or descend from above.
I was just out in the kitchen refilling an ice tray when I sensed a vague presence to my lower left: spider on the counter mothuur@#%^&*@*!!
A definite spider, quite well-established.
I was like, oh gawd, I can't let it live--either that, or give up coming to the kitchen forever. And since I must eat sometimes, its fate was sealed. Besides, what right has it to come into my home? There's plenty of home for it outside! Home all over out there!
Anyway, moving vewwy, vewwy quietly I lined the garbage can up beneath it and scrunched a paper towel in my hand.
Next was the hard part (LOL, I typed "hand part" at first): actually making my hand complete the smashing arc of death.
Urgh, my mind flashed back to the time there was a fucking roach on the wall and I, seriously, fucking stood there over an hour, frozen, with the instrument of death (a cardboard box) clutched in my hands.
No! No! It would not be like that! I forced my arm down, achieved impact, and promptly missed the garbage can. The spider may or may not be in the garbage can. The spider may or may not be on the floor somewhere.
:|
I've been waiting nearly a month now, for it to casually skitter past my foot, or descend from above.
I was just out in the kitchen refilling an ice tray when I sensed a vague presence to my lower left: spider on the counter mothuur@#%^&*@*!!
A definite spider, quite well-established.
I was like, oh gawd, I can't let it live--either that, or give up coming to the kitchen forever. And since I must eat sometimes, its fate was sealed. Besides, what right has it to come into my home? There's plenty of home for it outside! Home all over out there!
Anyway, moving vewwy, vewwy quietly I lined the garbage can up beneath it and scrunched a paper towel in my hand.
Next was the hard part (LOL, I typed "hand part" at first): actually making my hand complete the smashing arc of death.
Urgh, my mind flashed back to the time there was a fucking roach on the wall and I, seriously, fucking stood there over an hour, frozen, with the instrument of death (a cardboard box) clutched in my hands.
No! No! It would not be like that! I forced my arm down, achieved impact, and promptly missed the garbage can. The spider may or may not be in the garbage can. The spider may or may not be on the floor somewhere.
:|