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Well, as expected Bush the Bastard has won. *sigh* Such is life, I suppose. Now, this didn't come as any surprise to me as I was convinced he would, but it was still horrible. On the way home from school I found a radio station with the speech Kerry was giving, and I just sobbed. It was pathetic.
In other, more amusing news, I was walking out to the rabbit barn to feed the rabbits, and I felt something on my thigh. I reached down and I felt a little bump beneath my jeans. Well, I figured it was a bug, so I squished in. So, here I am, standing with my fingers pinching my blue jeans, a horrified look on my face. And then it occurred to me. What if it had been a spider? So I start shrieking and tearing my pants off. It turns out that it *was* a spider. a HUGE one! We're talking about those horrible monsters whose main bodies are bigger than pennies. a HUGE SPIDER IN MY PANTS! I was still squawking and having fits when my NEIGHBOR comes over, thinking that I needed help because I was screaming. So, here I am, stamping around on my pants in my underwear, and there is my neighbor. He must have thought I was absolutely insane. But it was a horrible experience. I for one want to know HOW he got in my pants, how LONG he had been there, and WHY HE PICKED MY PANTS OF ALL THE PANTS IN THE WORLD TO GET INTO!!!! Actually... I think I know. You see, for some reason those huge spiders seem to really love our backyard. So far this year I've killed 4 spiders out at the rabbit barn, and two on the porch. HOWEVER, the last one I tried to kill, on Monday, got away before I could kill it. I think it must have been a relative of the other spiders (or maybe just pissed at attempted murder) and came after me for revenge. Oh well, I had the last laugh --kinda. I killed him and he didn't bite me.
In other, more amusing news, I was walking out to the rabbit barn to feed the rabbits, and I felt something on my thigh. I reached down and I felt a little bump beneath my jeans. Well, I figured it was a bug, so I squished in. So, here I am, standing with my fingers pinching my blue jeans, a horrified look on my face. And then it occurred to me. What if it had been a spider? So I start shrieking and tearing my pants off. It turns out that it *was* a spider. a HUGE one! We're talking about those horrible monsters whose main bodies are bigger than pennies. a HUGE SPIDER IN MY PANTS! I was still squawking and having fits when my NEIGHBOR comes over, thinking that I needed help because I was screaming. So, here I am, stamping around on my pants in my underwear, and there is my neighbor. He must have thought I was absolutely insane. But it was a horrible experience. I for one want to know HOW he got in my pants, how LONG he had been there, and WHY HE PICKED MY PANTS OF ALL THE PANTS IN THE WORLD TO GET INTO!!!! Actually... I think I know. You see, for some reason those huge spiders seem to really love our backyard. So far this year I've killed 4 spiders out at the rabbit barn, and two on the porch. HOWEVER, the last one I tried to kill, on Monday, got away before I could kill it. I think it must have been a relative of the other spiders (or maybe just pissed at attempted murder) and came after me for revenge. Oh well, I had the last laugh --kinda. I killed him and he didn't bite me.