Okay, so...
I have a doctor's appointment at 12:30. Seeing as how I'm nocturnal and 12:30 is the middle of the night for me, I'm not too happy about it, but I still decided to go to bed a couple hours early. What does this have to do with the post title, you ask?
Well, after taking a shower and such, I returned to my room to find a fucking spider crawling along my ceiling like he owned the fucking place. Luckily, it wasn't a sac spider, but it was one of those little blackish ones that looks just large enough to probably be an adult, but small enough that it just might be a spiderling. This worries me a bit because, as I've mentioned before, I once awoke to find not one, not two, not three, but at least five spiderlings cavorting on my damn drapes.
Anyway...
The spider in question was in a spot where it would be awkward to stand on a chair to kill it, so I grabbed an empty Kleenex box (something I keep around for just such an occasion, incidentally) and reached up to destroy it. After one smash, the fucker just kept on crawling, so I attempted to scrape it.
No good. It just fell down and dangled by its web. Who is the idiot who designed this ceiling with the stupid ridges on it? What's wrong with a flat ceiling, asshole?!
I made one more desperate attempt to kill the friggin' thing by smashing it against the wall with the box, but I'm not sure if it died or just fell down behind my dresser. Either way, I haven't seen it for a few minutes, but I have no evidence to suggest that it's actually dead.
So I ask you, SIT readers: How am I supposed to sleep now?
UPDATE
All right, I think I have closure. After mentally running through the events of the attempted spider elimination, I remembered that the end of the box I used actually got forced inward as I tried to smash the spider against the wall, so I checked inside the box, and...
Hmm, what's this? Looks an awful lot like a dead spider. And it smears like one when you try to pick it up with a wad of Kleenex.
To summarize: If I'm looking at the situation correctly, the spider died and ended up inside the box. Weird.
I really don't know why I'm spending so much time on this. Note to future self: Arachnophobia (the actual fear, not the movie) and Nyquil is not a good combination...
I wonder if I'll even remember writing this later...
*passes out*
Posted by CD on July 12, 2006 06:51 AM | TrackBack