I don't even know if I can bloody post this here, but whatever.
I'm not the only arachnophobe here, am I?
My house is infested with wolf spiders--charcoal-colored anorexic tarantulas. I woke up yesterday with a dozen little ones on me. I showered through a full 40 gallons of hot water.
I tried to convince myself to go to bed tonight, but when I walked in the room and turned on the light, a big hairy spider was on the wall right behind my bed. A little one was on the opposite wall. Both scurried away.
So, I did what any good spider-phobe would do, I got a sleeping bag and slept in the back of my Jeep. That wouldn't be so bad except that winter is blowing in full force, and it was 39 freaking degrees, with endless wind gusts 40mph. The Jeep was cold, and dark, and kept rocking, rocking, rocking in the wind, and I couldn't freaking fall asleep!
Now I'm inside, huddled at the desk, the sky still dark out, the house cold, with spiders all around me clicking, scurrying, weaving webs and makin' babies. I keep looking around like a frazzled, paranoid bat. I'm clutching an airsoft pistol like it's life-support. I've already blown two of these things away. Now I have spider guts on the ceiling.
And I want to go to sleep. I really, really want to go to sleep.
The worst part is that my back is covered in spider bites, but I can't reach them to scratch.
It’s only 6AM.
I’m half-conscious.
If I fall asleep, I know they’re going to get me.
I’m hungry.
Damn my irrational fear of eight-legged creatures.
THESE ARE ALL OVER THE PLACE! - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=crvI1SOPavA&feature=related
I'm not the only arachnophobe here, am I?
My house is infested with wolf spiders--charcoal-colored anorexic tarantulas. I woke up yesterday with a dozen little ones on me. I showered through a full 40 gallons of hot water.
I tried to convince myself to go to bed tonight, but when I walked in the room and turned on the light, a big hairy spider was on the wall right behind my bed. A little one was on the opposite wall. Both scurried away.
So, I did what any good spider-phobe would do, I got a sleeping bag and slept in the back of my Jeep. That wouldn't be so bad except that winter is blowing in full force, and it was 39 freaking degrees, with endless wind gusts 40mph. The Jeep was cold, and dark, and kept rocking, rocking, rocking in the wind, and I couldn't freaking fall asleep!
Now I'm inside, huddled at the desk, the sky still dark out, the house cold, with spiders all around me clicking, scurrying, weaving webs and makin' babies. I keep looking around like a frazzled, paranoid bat. I'm clutching an airsoft pistol like it's life-support. I've already blown two of these things away. Now I have spider guts on the ceiling.
And I want to go to sleep. I really, really want to go to sleep.
The worst part is that my back is covered in spider bites, but I can't reach them to scratch.
It’s only 6AM.
I’m half-conscious.
If I fall asleep, I know they’re going to get me.
I’m hungry.
Damn my irrational fear of eight-legged creatures.
THESE ARE ALL OVER THE PLACE! - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=crvI1SOPavA&feature=related