July 24, 2014

you there, with the 8 legs

It's Friday Eve!! We've made it. And I blogged every day thus far! WHOA!! 

I have this debilitating fear of spiders. It's serious. I sometimes have these awful, extremely real feeling dreams about spiders crawling on me in my bed. Sometimes I can move, sometimes I can't. Also, sometimes I remember them other times, like when it first started happening, my mom would find me curled up in a ball in the hallway screaming about the "giant spider in my bed." Scary. Mind you I was like 18, this isn't some childhood thing. I was a senior in high school. I guess she just put me back to bed because I had no clue it had happened when I woke up. 


With this information, it should come as no surprise that I make my dad spray the house down with this really really concentrated industrial strength bug killer more often than what is probably necessary. And now that I have my own place I've made him spray it twice so far, typically it's a bi-yearly thing, I think. I've been in there for like 6 weeks (not full time yet, seeing as I'm still sans toilet.)

On Monday night he and I were at the studio finishing up putting the faceplates on the outlets & things when I spotted the biggest of spiders I have ever seen (that's a stretch, but still. It was quite large) I probably could have hopped on the little heffer's back and ridden her. Dad killed it along with all the little evil devil's spawn that scurried from it's corpse. Stated: "I guess I need to spray again." Yeah, Dad. That'd be great. My ass isn't coming back until that happens.

Tuesday night he sprayed. A lot. A lot. A lot. He came back in from getting the outside & said "Spiders are hard to kill. You get roaches & other bugs who walk through it and then put their hands in their mouths *motions with his hand to his mouth like nom nom nom* and they're done. But spiders, their little feet and mouths are so tiny it's hard to get to them. You really have to spray a lot down." 

I was cracking up. It was the funniest thing. I mean, you might have to know my dad, but picture this tall man who is pretty stoic (not all the time, but most the time) motioning to his mouth with his hands a la cookie monster om nom nom. 

Now, I'm going to go off & have horrible dreams because I have relived this traumatizing event from Monday. But I had to share the visual of Dad.

I hope you all have a beautiful day & a great weekend! 

kisses & peaches


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