I was witness to an invasion last night.
Okay, not so much of an invasion as one giant spider from Mars.
Okay, it wasn’t from Mars.
It was from the ceiling.
Okay, it wasn’t giant either, but when it is only inches from your face hanging there with all eight of its evil little legs squirming at u in the light on the TV it looks friggin’ HUGE!
I detest spiders.
Okay, maybe that is a little strong.
I hate them.
Still too strong. I extremely dislike them and do not want them near me ever, especially two inches from my face when I am trying to go to bed.
My fear, disgust, distrust of them keeps me from even being able to squish them dead so that I can go on with my pathetic little existence asÂ a spider loathing human being. I was ousted from my own bedroom in the middle of the night from a creature the size of my thumb nail. How does that work?
I like Spider-man. I like spider themed jewelry and art. I even like watching them on the Discovery channel. I just don’t like them on my head.
(If you are keeping score.)