Girlish squealing
For the last couple of weeks there has been a spider living above our front door. I ignore it, since it ducks into its web every time I open the door and I haven't seen it inside. Tonight I went outside and there were THREE of them. Two in the web, one on the door. The one on the door is the biggest motherfucker I've ever seen. I screwed up enough courage to get back in the house and get some bug spray. I assassinated the two in the web, but the big bastard on the door had disappeared. Carly laughed at my ridiculousness, particularly the part where the moth fluttered on my arm and I jumped like a virgin at a prison rodeo. Fuck you, spiders.