My kind-hearted efforts do not apply when it comes to spiders.
I will spot you, dear spiders. Once I have spotted you, I will first cry out into a fit of terror. Then, after finding composure I will plan my attack.
What weapon should I use? Are you small enough for a paper towel? No. Too big. If I hit you with something, will you scurry away to never be found, thus forcing me to move out? Would a shoe kill you? What about a bat?
I did not hesitate when I murdered these two eight legged monsters. One by baseball bat, the other squished by boot.
No remorse, I tell ya. Even if Charlotte herself appeared in my tub...I'd kill her.
1 comment:
hahaha. you are hilarious. i am the same way. though i am worse. i like to trap them and then kill them. yikes.
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