//trauma.
okay. this may sound trivial, but it isn't to me.
this afternoon I was told to press the hot water booster. I noted on approach that there was a fairly large spider relatively near the button, but not close enough to really be a problem. I decided to go ahead and press the button anyway.
after I pressed it I was feeling a little euphoric, so I decided a little taunting, spider baiting, if you will, was in order.
it went something along the lines of: "I win, you lose, you can't eat my babies now, can you??"
it didn't reply, not that I was expecting it to.
I went downstairs and did some stuff for a while, watched tv, all those sorts of things.
about... oh...quarter past ten I went into my room to get ready for bed and such. I closed the door and I put my pyjamas on and I went to open the door to go and clean my teeth and the spider was on my door, near the handle.
well, I screamed a little and called pa, but he didn't hear, mainly because he's deaf, so I messaged him and told him to come and get rid of it.
he came up, collected it in a cloth and I thought he went to put it outside, which is what usually happens because I don't want them in my house or room, but I don't like to kill them and I went to go into the bathroom and pa was in there.
he was trying to flush it down the toilet and it wasn't flushing.
it tried to climb out.
I screamed and ran downstairs to gram.
at this point I was rather hysterical - crying and such. [I REALLY don't like spiders.]
I cried for about 10 or so minutes and pa searched the rest of the upstairs and got rid of another spider, this time outside.
and I was still upset, and for some reason, Bryce and Shannon called and Shannon thought it would be a good idea to tell me about all of his spider encounters where they have been on his head or fallen on him from the roof, that sort of thing.
I may or may not have cried again.
and then I called sarah - I forgot she was at cam's 18th.
so now everyone knows I cried about a spider - including mr Smith.
that's why I'm okay with putting this on the internet.
everyone knows already.
and I cried again when I thought I saw another one and I don't think I can use that toilet again.
and that's my story.
I'm traumatised.
it wants revenge. it's going to kill me. I am so scared.
seriously.
this afternoon I was told to press the hot water booster. I noted on approach that there was a fairly large spider relatively near the button, but not close enough to really be a problem. I decided to go ahead and press the button anyway.
after I pressed it I was feeling a little euphoric, so I decided a little taunting, spider baiting, if you will, was in order.
it went something along the lines of: "I win, you lose, you can't eat my babies now, can you??"
it didn't reply, not that I was expecting it to.
I went downstairs and did some stuff for a while, watched tv, all those sorts of things.
about... oh...quarter past ten I went into my room to get ready for bed and such. I closed the door and I put my pyjamas on and I went to open the door to go and clean my teeth and the spider was on my door, near the handle.
well, I screamed a little and called pa, but he didn't hear, mainly because he's deaf, so I messaged him and told him to come and get rid of it.
he came up, collected it in a cloth and I thought he went to put it outside, which is what usually happens because I don't want them in my house or room, but I don't like to kill them and I went to go into the bathroom and pa was in there.
he was trying to flush it down the toilet and it wasn't flushing.
it tried to climb out.
I screamed and ran downstairs to gram.
at this point I was rather hysterical - crying and such. [I REALLY don't like spiders.]
I cried for about 10 or so minutes and pa searched the rest of the upstairs and got rid of another spider, this time outside.
and I was still upset, and for some reason, Bryce and Shannon called and Shannon thought it would be a good idea to tell me about all of his spider encounters where they have been on his head or fallen on him from the roof, that sort of thing.
I may or may not have cried again.
and then I called sarah - I forgot she was at cam's 18th.
so now everyone knows I cried about a spider - including mr Smith.
that's why I'm okay with putting this on the internet.
everyone knows already.
and I cried again when I thought I saw another one and I don't think I can use that toilet again.
and that's my story.
I'm traumatised.
it wants revenge. it's going to kill me. I am so scared.
seriously.