So something horrific happened to me about an hour ago. I was sitting on my bed minding my own business, reading some stuff during my new found free time, when I felt a bug of somekind fall from the sky (or rather my ceiling) and hit my face. I figured it was a moth since it came from above and was bouncing around my mouth, and although I like moths I didn't want one around my face right before I eat dinner. So I flicked it off and it fell on my bed.
Also not wanting it in my sheets, I started looking around for where it went. I pull back my covers and find A BIG, HAIRY SPIDER. WHICH WAS ONCE ON MY FACE. BY MY MOUTH.
And I'm pretty sure this was the same spider who's life I spared yesterday, thinking, 'Even though this god-awful ugly creature is chilling out in my house, it deserves to live and helps to keep the other pests at bay through digestive means.'
So that's the game we're playing spiders? I spare your lives and you dive-bomb my face? Time to get the newspaper.
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