Day 249 - Why I Hate The Cold Weather
Sep. 6th, 2010 04:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wolfsbrideI hate the cold weather for two reasons.
1. It's cold. Shocking I know.
2. Spiders take it as a sign to come indoors.
When I came home, I surprised a spider in the bathroom. He ran under the the heat thing and wouldn't come out. So I thought, right! And I turned up the thermostat full blast. Two minutes later, he ran out and I squashed him flat with my squasher.
Last night, I went to pee and there was one on the wall. Of course, I wasn't wearing my glasses so it just looked like a blob but since I don't usually have blobs on my walls, I was pretty sure it was a spider and I hit it with the squasher and then went and got my glasses after I finished peeing. Sure enough, it was a spider.
And then a couple of days ago, one ran out from behind the toilet. So that's the third spider I've murdered in the bathroom this week. I expect I shall be soon haunted by tiny spider ghosts rattling chains or something.
Actually, I lie. That's the fourth. I washed a teeny tiny spider down the drain of the sink. I know. I know. I'm heartless. I did actually feel kinda bad about that one. I almost said a little prayer afterward. I don't seem to mind tiny spiders as much.
1. It's cold. Shocking I know.
2. Spiders take it as a sign to come indoors.
When I came home, I surprised a spider in the bathroom. He ran under the the heat thing and wouldn't come out. So I thought, right! And I turned up the thermostat full blast. Two minutes later, he ran out and I squashed him flat with my squasher.
Last night, I went to pee and there was one on the wall. Of course, I wasn't wearing my glasses so it just looked like a blob but since I don't usually have blobs on my walls, I was pretty sure it was a spider and I hit it with the squasher and then went and got my glasses after I finished peeing. Sure enough, it was a spider.
And then a couple of days ago, one ran out from behind the toilet. So that's the third spider I've murdered in the bathroom this week. I expect I shall be soon haunted by tiny spider ghosts rattling chains or something.
Actually, I lie. That's the fourth. I washed a teeny tiny spider down the drain of the sink. I know. I know. I'm heartless. I did actually feel kinda bad about that one. I almost said a little prayer afterward. I don't seem to mind tiny spiders as much.
