May 14, 2005

Die, Eight-Legged Hellspawn

Remember sac spiders? It's that time of year. They are once again invading the house. Joy.

These things just seem to know how to get in the way. I had to drown one of the bastards today. Since there's nothing else to blog about, allow me to tell the story...

I was going to take a shower, and before I even got to the bathroom, I somehow knew that there was going to be a spider in there. Sure enough, when I turned on the light, there was a friggin' sac spider trying to hide behind the hand towel. I did the natural thing and grabbed a piece of toilet paper to kill it, but when I moved the towel, the little fucker dropped down and went into the sink.

Into. The sink.

So, since my hatred for sac spiders knows no bounds, I decided to have some fun with it, and I turned on the water. I thought it would just go right down the drain, but it swam to the side and tried to climb back out. After this happened a couple more times, it finally went down the drain, but I wanted to make sure it was gone, so I closed the drain just enough to still let water out, then filled up the sink with hot water a couple times and let it empty over a few minutes. The spider is probably dead and/or miles away by now.

Moral of the story: Don't mess with me if I have the ability to kill you with no legal or moral repercussions.

Have a nice day.

Posted by CD on May 14, 2005 05:06 AM
Semi-Intelligent Comments

You're an arachnocidal maniac, CD!

Posted by: Army NCO Guy at May 14, 2005 02:05 PM

Hey, they deserve it.

Posted by: CD at May 14, 2005 02:12 PM

You better come to terms with your arachnicism before the ACLU comes to trample your civil liberties.

Posted by: Army NCO Guy at May 14, 2005 06:17 PM

remind me not to grow 4 more legs and piss you off.

Posted by: tommy at May 14, 2005 09:20 PM

We used to get them in droves during the spring. And they so love the basement, which is where our entertainment center is. So, one night, I am sitting downstairs watching a movie and out of the corner of my eye, I catch movement. One of the little bastards drifted down between the panels in our ceiling and got decided to stick to the frames of my glasses. I wigged... completely and totally freaked out. It wasn't pretty.

Posted by: Ethne at May 15, 2005 11:11 AM
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