There he was staring up at me, black hair, eyes creating tiny reflections. He sees me I know that. Fangs peak down past his mouth and all of his eight legs prop himself conviently in my bathroom corner.
This spider has gotta go.
I swing my broom down at the black legged creature. He jumps to another wall, I follow this time even quicker. Again to another wall. Spiders are creepy enough when they don’t jump, now this large plate sized arachnid is playing with me. I swing more frequently and the dance continues. Some where in the back of my mind the logical side of me is saying, “You know maybe the 7th time of doing the exact same thing will work.” My logical and sarcastic side.
For one final blow I take a breather, resting and planning my next move. I could swear the spider was laughing at me. But not for long. I move as slowly as possible; inch by inch, hovering literally a centimeter away from the black body. I jab hard and fast, closing my eyes just to blink. And the spider was gone…not stuck to my broom handle, not on another wall.
Gone.
I stood there looking around foolishly, thinking about the fact that you eat some where between 10 – 20 spiders while you sleep in your life. That can’t be right.
“Well…shoot.” Sleep didn’t come quite as easy that night.
This spider has gotta go.
I swing my broom down at the black legged creature. He jumps to another wall, I follow this time even quicker. Again to another wall. Spiders are creepy enough when they don’t jump, now this large plate sized arachnid is playing with me. I swing more frequently and the dance continues. Some where in the back of my mind the logical side of me is saying, “You know maybe the 7th time of doing the exact same thing will work.” My logical and sarcastic side.
For one final blow I take a breather, resting and planning my next move. I could swear the spider was laughing at me. But not for long. I move as slowly as possible; inch by inch, hovering literally a centimeter away from the black body. I jab hard and fast, closing my eyes just to blink. And the spider was gone…not stuck to my broom handle, not on another wall.
Gone.
I stood there looking around foolishly, thinking about the fact that you eat some where between 10 – 20 spiders while you sleep in your life. That can’t be right.
“Well…shoot.” Sleep didn’t come quite as easy that night.
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