Spiders scare the holy begeezus out of me!
There's a really big, really ugly, really dark and scary spider on my ceiling. I am quite panicky. And it knows. It knows very well that I'm scared of it and it's taunting me. It knows that I want it dead. It scuttled across the ceiling and is hiding in a crack where a light fixture meets the ceiling. It's now peeking out and we're having a stare down. It's not brave enough to come out and face death yet.
I'm so bloody petrified. I know very well that I'm exponentially bigger than this hideous eight-legged monster, but when it's on the ceiling, it has the advantage. I'm so short that I have to stand on a chair and wobble precariously on tiptoe to even reach the ceiling, which makes delivering forceful, death-wielding blows difficult.
I'm trying to psych myself up so that when it emerges (it keeps peeking out) I can act decisively and ruthlessly. But I'm so damn freaked out right now!
Help me f-list! Encouragement, battle strategy, tips on arachnid killing implements, motivational speeches-- all welcome. Die, you cursed evil thing, die!
I'm so bloody petrified. I know very well that I'm exponentially bigger than this hideous eight-legged monster, but when it's on the ceiling, it has the advantage. I'm so short that I have to stand on a chair and wobble precariously on tiptoe to even reach the ceiling, which makes delivering forceful, death-wielding blows difficult.
I'm trying to psych myself up so that when it emerges (it keeps peeking out) I can act decisively and ruthlessly. But I'm so damn freaked out right now!
Help me f-list! Encouragement, battle strategy, tips on arachnid killing implements, motivational speeches-- all welcome. Die, you cursed evil thing, die!