Scratch, scratch, scratch
Ma, I ever tell you my idea for a short story? A giant mutant spider crawling out the bathroom floor vent and woman has to battle said creature naked?
Was up late last night, logged off, shut everything down. Weird noises with the cats. Had to give Dru a pill (loads of fun). Check everyone else, try not to stumble over dishes, boxes and frying pans in the floor.
2:45 a.m. one last trip to the bathroom. sitting there and hear: scritch, scratch, scratch, scritch
what the hell?
Thankfully, it wasn't a spider. I think I would have had a heart attack.
It was a huge a** waterbug that looks like a giant roach
silver duct work material - he was climbing up through the duct work, probably escaping the kitchen (where we are spraying and cleaning)
I WAS FREAKED. I'm sitting there with my pants down and something is scratching at the floor vent?!!!!
I get my shorts back up, go and get the bug spray and chase the bastard all over the bathroom. He jumps OFF the shower curtain railing and heads for the laundry room across the hall with me spraying him. He stops moving, flops over and begins to kick.
Then I notice a fucking black widow right beside me on the door jam
by this point I am no longer sleepy. I spray the spider and then squish said spider.
Now I'm supposed to sleep?
Finally drop off and forget to close my door. Fuzz Bot comes in at 8am, gets under the covers and begins dancing all over my legs and stomach with sharp claws
= tired today and we still have to get everything back into cupboards and drawers in the kitchen.
Was up late last night, logged off, shut everything down. Weird noises with the cats. Had to give Dru a pill (loads of fun). Check everyone else, try not to stumble over dishes, boxes and frying pans in the floor.
2:45 a.m. one last trip to the bathroom. sitting there and hear: scritch, scratch, scratch, scritch
what the hell?
Thankfully, it wasn't a spider. I think I would have had a heart attack.
It was a huge a** waterbug that looks like a giant roach
silver duct work material - he was climbing up through the duct work, probably escaping the kitchen (where we are spraying and cleaning)
I WAS FREAKED. I'm sitting there with my pants down and something is scratching at the floor vent?!!!!
I get my shorts back up, go and get the bug spray and chase the bastard all over the bathroom. He jumps OFF the shower curtain railing and heads for the laundry room across the hall with me spraying him. He stops moving, flops over and begins to kick.
Then I notice a fucking black widow right beside me on the door jam
by this point I am no longer sleepy. I spray the spider and then squish said spider.
Now I'm supposed to sleep?
Finally drop off and forget to close my door. Fuzz Bot comes in at 8am, gets under the covers and begins dancing all over my legs and stomach with sharp claws
= tired today and we still have to get everything back into cupboards and drawers in the kitchen.
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