SPIDERS ATTACK.
Well I've come to the conclusion that.. I'm the biggest pansy in the world. A 48 hour battle with a spider the size of my hand has kind of shook me up a little. I was innocently talking on MSN to various folks as I see this black 8 legged bastard scuttle across my floor. My initial reaction was to cry out "SPIDER" and ended up screaming about 15 times. "SPI.. DER.. SPIDER SPIDER SHIT FUCK SPIDER". I began to knock incessantly on my brothers door but to no avail. My instinct was to grab everything from my room and camp out downstairs for the night so got a decent nights sleep.
Next morning I contacted resident spider killer Mark (my stepdad) to raid my room but it seems the little bastard had gone. OR SO WE THOUGHT.
The next evening I was talking to my boyfriend on the phone whilst relaxing in bed and flipped over on my side to face the wall and the thing with 8 legs was back. Crawling slowly and eerily across the wall. I must of dashed out the room so fast I scared the horrible thing away. Mother comes in armed with a Dyson. "Let's take this bitch out". Although she was shitting herself anyway, she persevered and we managed to suck the spider right up. My idiotic quote of the night "Mum what if it crawls back out the hoover." Oh. Anyway. goodnight, wish me luck sleeping. I won't be. I feel like a right tool.
Hello. I'm Chloe. Blindly sauntering through life since 1993. I reside in a small seaside fishing village in England. It's not as great as it sounds.
