Legs Everywhere.
The squillipede in The trista's apartment continues its reign of terror. Details at noon.
I saw it yesterday morning, and it was horrible. Legs everywhere. I think some of its legs had legs. Of course, when I first spotted it I did what anyone would do. I squeaked, and then I ran away. I spent a moment or two whimpering and wishing dawnshine were there, and then I looked for something to kill it with. The best I could come up with was hair spray, because I most certainly am not going to allow one of those things to touch one of my shoes, and I forced myself to go back into the living room and confront the many-legged monster. Which was no longer there. While it initially seems like a good thing when a bug disappears, you soon realize that it's actually a very, very bad thing. The bug is still there somewhere, but now you don't know where it is. Of course, because you're still whimpering and squeaking, it knows exactly where to find you. It has the advantage. It can lie in wait for as long as it needs to until you fall into its trap. Or, you know, go to work. So that's what I did. I had high hopes that the boys would kill it for me while I was gone.
And that's exactly what seemed to have happened. There was no monster caterpillar thing last night. Linus and Crazy Eddie had saved the day!
Except not. This morning as I was walking toward the bathroom, I saw it. Hanging out on the wall. Above the bathroom door. I squeaked and ran away and considered my options. I thought about trying to have a bath in the kitchen sink. That was not particularly appealing. I thought about ignoring the beast and walking bravely into the bathroom, and then I laughed until I hurt myself. I considered killing the squillipede, and decided that, horrifying though it might be, that was my best option. I armed myself with the hair spray again, and went off to face my enemy. Which had, once again, disappeared. I took the fastest shower evar, and then I ran to my room to hide while I dried my hair and did all my other morning getting-ready stuff. And once again, I have left my cats in charge of bug removal. My hopes are decidedly less high this time.
It's so not fair. The fontosaurus gets Spider Safari Scout. Why couldn't I have Eddie the Exterminator? Why?! Instead, I seem to have Live and Let Live Linus and Eh Eddie. dawnshine, I'll give you a quarter to come kill my bug.
I saw it yesterday morning, and it was horrible. Legs everywhere. I think some of its legs had legs. Of course, when I first spotted it I did what anyone would do. I squeaked, and then I ran away. I spent a moment or two whimpering and wishing dawnshine were there, and then I looked for something to kill it with. The best I could come up with was hair spray, because I most certainly am not going to allow one of those things to touch one of my shoes, and I forced myself to go back into the living room and confront the many-legged monster. Which was no longer there. While it initially seems like a good thing when a bug disappears, you soon realize that it's actually a very, very bad thing. The bug is still there somewhere, but now you don't know where it is. Of course, because you're still whimpering and squeaking, it knows exactly where to find you. It has the advantage. It can lie in wait for as long as it needs to until you fall into its trap. Or, you know, go to work. So that's what I did. I had high hopes that the boys would kill it for me while I was gone.
And that's exactly what seemed to have happened. There was no monster caterpillar thing last night. Linus and Crazy Eddie had saved the day!
Except not. This morning as I was walking toward the bathroom, I saw it. Hanging out on the wall. Above the bathroom door. I squeaked and ran away and considered my options. I thought about trying to have a bath in the kitchen sink. That was not particularly appealing. I thought about ignoring the beast and walking bravely into the bathroom, and then I laughed until I hurt myself. I considered killing the squillipede, and decided that, horrifying though it might be, that was my best option. I armed myself with the hair spray again, and went off to face my enemy. Which had, once again, disappeared. I took the fastest shower evar, and then I ran to my room to hide while I dried my hair and did all my other morning getting-ready stuff. And once again, I have left my cats in charge of bug removal. My hopes are decidedly less high this time.
It's so not fair. The fontosaurus gets Spider Safari Scout. Why couldn't I have Eddie the Exterminator? Why?! Instead, I seem to have Live and Let Live Linus and Eh Eddie. dawnshine, I'll give you a quarter to come kill my bug.