This entry is not for the easily skeeved. Seriously.
Somehow Fridays have become laundry days in our house so this morning, instead of going back to bed after Will left for school like I desperately wanted to do, I stayed up and got to work. I have found that the later I wait to start doing laundry, the more likely it will be that I will have to make small talk with my neighbors (who, for the most part, I actually do like, but sometimes just don't feel like chatting). After sorting our mound o'laundry, I shoved my feet in some shoes and headed out to the laundry room with a load of whites.
I was standing at the door and fishing the laundry room key out of my pocket when I felt....it. You know how you can just tell when someone invades your personal space? And you know how when that person invades your personal space, even before you see them, you can kind of tell whether they are friendly or whether they are....leering? Yeah. I got one of those feelings. Except that, as far as I could tell, I was the only person out and about. So I froze.
It took me a good couple of minutes to gather up the guts to turn around to see who was....looming. And leering. At me. Finally I started to turn around and came nose to web with this:
This picture? Does not really do the thing justice. He...she...it? Would probably take up most of my palm...you know, if I had the guts to actually let the thing touch me. Yuuggghhh. Of course I had to run and grab the fancy schmancy camera that Will bought for my birthday. Technically? It's our camera, but whatever.
Look, I really hate spiders. Like, really hate spiders. I do not trust anything that needs more than four limbs to move (or less than two, but we'll talk about snakes some other time). I kind of wish I had the guts to smash the crap out of the thing. I, however, subscribe to my friend Abbott's school of thought: If it's inside, it's in my house and therefore it is trespassing and therefore I can kill it if I see fit. If it's outside, however, then I'm in its house and I should show some respect. So, I left it alone. Except for trying to steal its soul with my camera, which I think I did quite nicely. Check it out:
Tell me that face isn't saying "mmmmmmm, a morning snack!" Someone call Hagrid because one of Aragog's relatives has escaped.
Two more things?
1. Our camera ROCKS. Holy crap.
2. Eeeeeeuuuuuuggggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhh.
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