It was a quiet evening last night. I was on my computer playing Farmville, and watching CSI. It was thoroughly relaxing. Until...
My toes were cold from walking around in flip flops. I turned the heat off last month to save energy. So I grab a pair of rolled up socks from my laundry basket, and put them on. Ah. That's better. I head back to my game.
As I'm sitting there I get the chills again. (I should have taken this as a warning.) So I go for my comfy slippers. I bring them over to my chair, sit down, and start to slip them on. Whoa! What the...? What happened next was me screaming blood murder, and jumping up and down like a kid on a trampoline. I must of looked like I was doing some sort of tribal dance.
My oldest burst into the room freaking out. He's yelling "What happened?! What's wrong?!"
What's wrong? Good question. Let me rewind a bit. I leaned over to put on my slipper, and there, hanging out on my shin, is an effing spider! Not just any spider. It's that black one with the white thing on it's back. Dad is always getting bit by them around here.
He starts laughing and goes to get Grandma, who is the go to person for spider removal. She doesn't let us kill them. I'm sorry, but if a spider is going to give me a heart attack by sneaking up my leg, I should have the right to squish it's eight legged A$$.
Hear this all you arachnids out there. If you ever take me by surprise like that again you are so done! There will be no more crawling up the spout again for you my friend. More like "The Itsy Bitsy Spider went SQUISH!"
Until next time.
Lyn aka Sissygirl-who's-afraid-of-wee-bitty-spiders.