I got home today to find a dead spider on my carpet. Actually, a large dead spider. Well, really...it's a large dead dismembered spider. *swoon*
I hate spiders. A. Lot. Hate them. And to know that one of my cats played and killed this thing makes me sick. The fact that this spider was in my house makes me sick. The fact that I had to clean up dead spider and spider legs makes me darn near hurl.
And now I can't get comfortable here at home. I'm afraid there's another one somewhere nearby lurking, waiting to attack me. (Yes, I know that's unreasonable.)
Let's hope watching some Oprah can help me forget about this mini-trauma...
Friday, May 30, 2008
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6 comments:
you probably ate one of its babies in your sleep last night, you know...
Oh that's not even funny!
hehe. i think it was! :)
Just seeing a spider makes my skin crawl for days. And I keep checking the ceiling to see where another one might be.
I've got a bit spider living in my bathroom at the moment - I don't like killing them and have to keep it hidden from the husband who will SOS ( Squash on Sight)
Not sure how many calories there are in a spider ( Monnik you are a wicked woman !!)
That's funny. Hee hee.
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