heebee-jeebies
Prepare yourselves for a tale of horror and despair.
Everything was going just fine this morning. I had coffee. The cats hadn’t thrown up. My Lovely Wife was chipper and cheerful. After finishing up a quick bowl of cereal, I went into the bathroom and had a very invigorating shower. Then I got out and shaved, fixed my hair, and then started to brush my teeth.
My morning teeth-cleaning is the time that I lean back, roll up the window-blinds, and take good long look at what the world holds in store for me. Is it sunny? Does it look windy? Is there snow? Elk? (So far, remarkably few elk. But I still check.)
Today, however, what I noticed first was not the high overcast, nor the swaying branches, nor the lack of elk.
What I noticed today were the hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of tiny baby spiders between the screen and the window-pane.
Suffice it to say, my morning was not off to a rip-roaring start after that.
They won’t be coming back though. After a minor attack of the willies, I friggin’ salted the earth on those little bastards.
But still… I’m feeling them on me. They’re in my soul.
…
As long as they’re not in my hair.
…
Hundreds… and hundreds… and hundreds…
*shudder*
April 7th, 2006 at 11:56 am
Just be glad it wasn’t earwigs.
April 7th, 2006 at 1:29 pm
Go you!
Stupid spiders….I hate them too… 6 legs is not so bad..but 8 freak me out.
April 7th, 2006 at 3:51 pm
yes, indeed. give me Elk any day of the week.
(am intrigued by use of phrase “fixing my hair”)
April 10th, 2006 at 8:44 am
Sarah: The creepy part of hundred and hundreds of baby spiders is the knowledges that they will all grow MUCH bigger. We have big spiders around our house. Impressively big.
David: Thanks. Still no return. They be scared of me.
Joy: Sigh. Still no elk. And as to fixing my hair… it was broken, thus the fixing.