Battle
My life is so weird. I have been looking for a new place to live, and finally, my roommate and I think we found a place, but the application is weird and confusing, and I hate it. I like the place we are applying for, and it is very affordable and quiet, but I am weirded out by the application, which wants my SSN, my driver's license #, and my bank account number. It's been a long time since I've had to apply for an apartment, so I don't know if this is standard operating procedure. Is it? I just feel uncomfortable giving out what I feel is the trifecta of numbers for identity theft.
Also? Today I went to my storage unit to assess the amount of crap I own with the size of the place (verdict: it all fits!), and I open the door and...
A giant black widow spider was sitting in a haphazard web across the walkway.
I screamed, my roommate screamed, and we seriously looked like mental patients dancing around outside the door. She ran for a can of spider spray, and I watched as the spider went about her job of FREAKING ME OUT.
When my roommate returned, she sprayed a moderate amount of killer on the spider, who--I kid you not--shook the spray off like a wet dog and returned to spinning her web.
I am only slightly embarrassed to say it, but we continued screaming and spraying until the spider fell to the ground, and twitching, finally gave one final convulsive shudder and died. We flicked it out of the unit with a piece of paper and let it bake in the sun, hoping that the heat would cement its passing.
So, today I have done battle with not only a strange application, but a very large black widow spider. Beware. I am armed with a pen and Raid.
Also? Today I went to my storage unit to assess the amount of crap I own with the size of the place (verdict: it all fits!), and I open the door and...
A giant black widow spider was sitting in a haphazard web across the walkway.
I screamed, my roommate screamed, and we seriously looked like mental patients dancing around outside the door. She ran for a can of spider spray, and I watched as the spider went about her job of FREAKING ME OUT.
When my roommate returned, she sprayed a moderate amount of killer on the spider, who--I kid you not--shook the spray off like a wet dog and returned to spinning her web.
I am only slightly embarrassed to say it, but we continued screaming and spraying until the spider fell to the ground, and twitching, finally gave one final convulsive shudder and died. We flicked it out of the unit with a piece of paper and let it bake in the sun, hoping that the heat would cement its passing.
So, today I have done battle with not only a strange application, but a very large black widow spider. Beware. I am armed with a pen and Raid.