Wednesday, May 04, 2005

Tired.

Last night I had a half-hour standoff with a spider in my bathroom. I was reluctant to kill it (only cos I’m squeamish), so I talked to it for twenty minutes before trapping it under a glass, stared at it for another five minutes, slid a phone bill under the glass and moved the whole shebang across the floor towards the lav (whimpering all the while), picked it up and dropped it, screamed and shook for a further five minutes, trapped the spider again, and finally tossed everything down the loo, flushed frantically, and wished there was a bottle of vodka in the freezer for me to swig from. I must say, the spider was cooperative throughout, standing in the middle of the floor, rubbing his legs together, as if daring me to do something about it.

Finally got to bed at midnight, and had to read for 30 minutes to calm down.

1 comment:

Inspector Gadgette said...

Big strong girl like you, scared of a little itsy bitsy spider?

Ha,ha!

And, rather than squash him and provide a quick and largely painless death. You elected to drown it and provide a slow and lingering one.

Shame on you!