The Webs Are Everywhere

Lately, I cannot seem to escape the hoard of spiders that have taken over the apartment. I've called the exterminator - I'm pretty sure he just sprayed scented water - and now it seems that I have to wage this war alone. Or as alone as I can be while talking on the phone and squealing like a banshee to whomever's hapless ear I've got.

Via, this gem:


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I don't know if I'm getting less reactive to those terrifying wonders, or if it's the liquid courage I had, but it's getting easier to smash the nasty little buggers. This news should cause great relief for those innocent, pure baby ears into which I've been hollering. In fact, the other day, as I casually looked down, saw a spider (which was trying to hide on my dark brown rug - HAH! Foiled again!), grabbed a couple of Kleenexes, and inflicted a swift death onto the scourge of my apartment, I remarked oft-handedly about what I'd done, and my jabbering partner replied, "But where was the screaming?"

Progess, people. It comes in the form of arachnid carcasses.