I hate that moment when you're finally getting around to folding that laundry that you have put off for the last 4 days and that creepy, crawly, 8 legged creature comes scurrying out on a break towards safety.
I suddenly go into killing mode as a toss all of my freshly folded clothes out of the way (I would die if he crawled into my clothes and I unexpectedly found him one morning while getting dressed), undoing all the work I had just done, and mumble to myself "oh, HELL no."
That poor spider doesn't stand a chance.
He is quickly squished with a shoe and flushed down the toilet.
Eww.. heeby jeebies.
Don't spiders know Halloween is over and it's time to go into hiding until next October?
I suddenly go into killing mode as a toss all of my freshly folded clothes out of the way (I would die if he crawled into my clothes and I unexpectedly found him one morning while getting dressed), undoing all the work I had just done, and mumble to myself "oh, HELL no."
That poor spider doesn't stand a chance.
He is quickly squished with a shoe and flushed down the toilet.
Eww.. heeby jeebies.
Don't spiders know Halloween is over and it's time to go into hiding until next October?
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