To scream or not to scream, that is the question.

I just returned from the local Kwik-E-Mart where I had purchased the finest in dinner-time staples (i.e. a bottle of Diet Sprite, an oatmeal creme pie, and a little something called Sensible Carbs which appears to chunks of summer sausage and cheese) and paused in the living room on my way to the office and this computer.

There was the weirdest pattern of light coming through the living room window. Stupidly, I went to investigate. For a moment I stood transfixed by the lovely gossamer sheets draped artistically between the window pane and the screen. Very pretty.

Until I realized what they were. And what that lumpy thing in the corner that was suddenly sprouting legs was.

Then there was the screaming.

Cause I. Am. Deathly. Afraid. Of. SPIDERS.

I once spent over twenty minutes standing on the sofa, screaming and crying the entire time, with a cup pressed against the wall in which I had trapped a huge (to me) spider as I waited for my roommate at the time (hi, rewil) to come home. We lived in a basement apartment and I could see people stop to look in the window at the screaming idiot. I'm surprised no one called the cops because I'm positive it sounded like someone was being murdered.

I'm not ashamed of that.

Back to today, I gathered my courage and risked going outside to check the extent of Creepy's kingdom. Have you ever seen Kingdom of the Spiders? Staring William Shatner? At the end of the movie, the spiders have managed to encase Kirk's cabin in silk, saving all those inside for a late afternoon snack.

That's what my house is starting to look like. DH always used to go out once a month or so with a broom and take care of these things. Now I'm beginning to find the odd web here and there INSIDE THE HOUSE!!!! They've gotten in!! Bastards.

Somehow I don't think Ass.boss is going to like hearing that I can't leave the house to go to work because the Spiders might get me.

To scream or not to scream, that is the question.

I just returned from the local Kwik-E-Mart where I had purchased the finest in dinner-time staples (i.e. a bottle of Diet Sprite, an oatmeal creme pie, and a little something called Sensible Carbs which appears to chunks of summer sausage and cheese) and paused in the living room on my way to the office and this computer.

There was the weirdest pattern of light coming through the living room window. Stupidly, I went to investigate. For a moment I stood transfixed by the lovely gossamer sheets draped artistically between the window pane and the screen. Very pretty.

Until I realized what they were. And what that lumpy thing in the corner that was suddenly sprouting legs was.

Then there was the screaming.

Cause I. Am. Deathly. Afraid. Of. SPIDERS.

I once spent over twenty minutes standing on the sofa, screaming and crying the entire time, with a cup pressed against the wall in which I had trapped a huge (to me) spider as I waited for my roommate at the time (hi, rewil) to come home. We lived in a basement apartment and I could see people stop to look in the window at the screaming idiot. I'm surprised no one called the cops because I'm positive it sounded like someone was being murdered.

I'm not ashamed of that.

Back to today, I gathered my courage and risked going outside to check the extent of Creepy's kingdom. Have you ever seen Kingdom of the Spiders? Staring William Shatner? At the end of the movie, the spiders have managed to encase Kirk's cabin in silk, saving all those inside for a late afternoon snack.

That's what my house is starting to look like. DH always used to go out once a month or so with a broom and take care of these things. Now I'm beginning to find the odd web here and there INSIDE THE HOUSE!!!! They've gotten in!! Bastards.

Somehow I don't think Ass.boss is going to like hearing that I can't leave the house to go to work because the Spiders might get me.