A real-life Arachnaphobia scene, but so much worse ... I'm completely scarred.
Okay. Seriously. I just had a scene from like ... my worst nightmares played out before me.
So, Wolf Spiders have like ... been attacking our house today and I finally was like dude, screw that, you little shits are gonna get squashed. At this point I've armed myself with magazines, because you can squash from far distances with them, when I see yet another black, creepy crawly in the hallway. I ready the magazine, hurl it toward the little fucker, and then ....
...
DOZENS UPON DOZENS OF BABY SPIDERS EXPLODE FROM THE BIG SPIDER.
I'm so. Not. Joking. It was like a scene from a horror movie - I stood transfixed for a few seconds because exploding spiders was the freaking last thing I could have ever possibly imagined and I had to make sure that I wasn't, like, hallucinating. And then ... I went ape shit, picked up the mag and started freaking wailing on the floor, smashing and squealing and just generally going psycho. And if my words alone aren't enough to give you the heebiegeebies, then maybe this picture that Shaun found will creep you out. Apparently this is what I exploded when I attacked mama spider. *shudders*
UGH. Oh, gosh, I feel so freaking raunchy right now. Just ... gross. What's worse is that I'll go out to check the hallway and catch a baby spider that I didn't manage to get. UGH!!! I feel so itchy. Like they've infested me and they're going to crawl into my ear and eat my brain, Alvin Schwartz style. Seriously, I totally did not want to know that things like this existed in the world. I'm still itching. :-(
Also, if I start acting strange and saying crazy things like, "Kirsten Dunst is such a good actress" assume that I've been turned into a pod person and chop off my head.
So, Wolf Spiders have like ... been attacking our house today and I finally was like dude, screw that, you little shits are gonna get squashed. At this point I've armed myself with magazines, because you can squash from far distances with them, when I see yet another black, creepy crawly in the hallway. I ready the magazine, hurl it toward the little fucker, and then ....
...
DOZENS UPON DOZENS OF BABY SPIDERS EXPLODE FROM THE BIG SPIDER.
I'm so. Not. Joking. It was like a scene from a horror movie - I stood transfixed for a few seconds because exploding spiders was the freaking last thing I could have ever possibly imagined and I had to make sure that I wasn't, like, hallucinating. And then ... I went ape shit, picked up the mag and started freaking wailing on the floor, smashing and squealing and just generally going psycho. And if my words alone aren't enough to give you the heebiegeebies, then maybe this picture that Shaun found will creep you out. Apparently this is what I exploded when I attacked mama spider. *shudders*
UGH. Oh, gosh, I feel so freaking raunchy right now. Just ... gross. What's worse is that I'll go out to check the hallway and catch a baby spider that I didn't manage to get. UGH!!! I feel so itchy. Like they've infested me and they're going to crawl into my ear and eat my brain, Alvin Schwartz style. Seriously, I totally did not want to know that things like this existed in the world. I'm still itching. :-(
Also, if I start acting strange and saying crazy things like, "Kirsten Dunst is such a good actress" assume that I've been turned into a pod person and chop off my head.