I used to pretend that I wasn't afraid of spiders. It made me feel cool - like I was braver than
most people. If someone called me on my
bluff and asked me to dispose of a spider, I would put on my battle-face and do
my best to get rid of it without letting the panic bubble to the surface.
Lately, however, they seem to think that their ownership of my cupboard's rear end somehow extends to my entire bedroom. They invade my territory, my cupboard. my kitchen cupboard. my Coffee mug. MY COFFEE MUG! But the last straw was when I slid opened my top drawer only to have one of them fall on my face and crawl across my skin.
ON MY FACE.
Across my skin!
Not only did I almost jump out of my skin while my hands and legs went against gravity at weird positions, I also literally thought I was about to die. The slo-mo death that ends in fuzz gore. It was the single most icky and creepy feeling I have ever got. EVER.
Needless to say, I called it quits and in my delirious mad anger, stomped across the kitchen to the cupboard and pushed it against the wall, closing the gap to thier abode.
Forever.
And since then they have scuttled across onto my carpet. Watching me. While I watch them, occasionally. I am beginning to suspect that in order to spite me, they have procreated....like exponentially and the thought of a million eggs sitting god knows where all across my room waiting to hatch and recruit others for a massive spider-attack against thier home-wrecker isn't a far-fetched notion. Anyway, I did finally manage to scoop them onto a chart paper and leave them out on the terrace. For new beginnings .
I am pretty sure their loss of home will be avenged in some fashion by its clone army, but for now it is gone.
Having said that, Now, in the one month that I have been in
this place, I don't pretend anymore.
The dark corners of the rear side of my cupboard is home to
two fuzzy spiders. While I haven't been able to quite determine their
relationship status, I highly suspect them to be an old couple. Its because
they hardly never go out together.
You have to understand that after moving in from a house
partially owned by rats, (both literally and figuratively). while moving in
here, seeing two of these furry things sitting pretty on my chair seemed like a no-biggie. Hence after being high fived by a rat (True story), I did not think much of this and let them be. Do
their spidey-thing in peace.
Lately, however, they seem to think that their ownership of my cupboard's rear end somehow extends to my entire bedroom. They invade my territory, my cupboard. my kitchen cupboard. my Coffee mug. MY COFFEE MUG! But the last straw was when I slid opened my top drawer only to have one of them fall on my face and crawl across my skin.
ON MY FACE.
Across my skin!
Not only did I almost jump out of my skin while my hands and legs went against gravity at weird positions, I also literally thought I was about to die. The slo-mo death that ends in fuzz gore. It was the single most icky and creepy feeling I have ever got. EVER.
Needless to say, I called it quits and in my delirious mad anger, stomped across the kitchen to the cupboard and pushed it against the wall, closing the gap to thier abode.
Forever.
And since then they have scuttled across onto my carpet. Watching me. While I watch them, occasionally. I am beginning to suspect that in order to spite me, they have procreated....like exponentially and the thought of a million eggs sitting god knows where all across my room waiting to hatch and recruit others for a massive spider-attack against thier home-wrecker isn't a far-fetched notion. Anyway, I did finally manage to scoop them onto a chart paper and leave them out on the terrace. For new beginnings .
I am pretty sure their loss of home will be avenged in some fashion by its clone army, but for now it is gone.
