eight-legged freaks
Sep. 21st, 2004 11:28 amAs previously mentioned, I'm somewhat arachnophobic. I used be really bad in the sort of "Dad, there's a spider in my room, shriek shriek" sense, but over the years I've developed enough tolerance to generally disregard a spider in the same room as me as long as it's not advancing on me with sharpened teeth, etc.
So last night I observed a tshirt and hoodie on my floor which really needed to be in the laundry. As I went to pick them up I noticed a
BIG
SPIDER
sitting on top of the hoodie.
So I grabbed the corner of the hoodie furthest away from the spider and gently lifted it up until the spider fell off, onto the carpet. Fair enough, I thought. I then proceeded to untangle the tshirt from the hoodie, at which point
I found
another spider.
EEEP!
I am assuming the feckers were mating. IN MY CLOTHING. This does not make me happy in any way.
So last night I observed a tshirt and hoodie on my floor which really needed to be in the laundry. As I went to pick them up I noticed a
BIG
SPIDER
sitting on top of the hoodie.
So I grabbed the corner of the hoodie furthest away from the spider and gently lifted it up until the spider fell off, onto the carpet. Fair enough, I thought. I then proceeded to untangle the tshirt from the hoodie, at which point
I found
another spider.
EEEP!
I am assuming the feckers were mating. IN MY CLOTHING. This does not make me happy in any way.