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May. 25th, 2005 11:38 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kokopellinelliRight. So a little while ago, there was a big-ass spider over by the sliding glass door. I mean, this thing could carry off small children. I went after it with the Mighty Bugsucker, but it managed to get into a corner and cling with all 39849827539293845 of its legs. Then I went to get bugwhackers and shoes, just in case. When I came back, I startled him and he tried to run, but VROOOM! Bugsucker slurped him up like a noodle.
Then he was running around inside the tube, beating his spidery little fists against the thank god EXTRA thick plastic and baring his fangs at me.
And then...I decided I didn't want to kill him. I had been thinking of taking him out onto the wooden deck and smushifying him with my shoe, but...it's a nice day, and despite still being a sicky I AM feeling much better, and I also didn't want to have to clean up five pounds of spider spatter.
So I took him outside and across the sidewalk and let him go under a nice tree. He immediately made a beeline back toward the apartment.
In retrospect, I probably should have taken him across the street.
Then I went to the library to see if they had any good DVDs in (nope) and I got a few more books (like I REALLY need them), and when I came back, Danette and her friend who lives next door were unloading Ben's truck and taking the stuff into the garage. I waved, then parked the car, and when I leaned over to pick up my books I heard honking. Why are they honking at me? I wondered silently (silently because I can't talk at all right now). Then I realized it was my horn. Am I leaning on the horn? I questioned. I leaned back. The honking continued. I had somehow managed to mash the panic button on my little keyring thingie. I pressed it again, then opened the door to hear Danette and her friend laughing.
"I rock." I gronked hoarsely.
Danette shrugged and said it's nothing they haven't done many times before. Then she told me I still sound really bad. I told her I'm getting better.
I had to turn down a job this morning, and I was very upset about it because it was a Kindergarten job and I told myself I would always accept a Kindergarten job when offered. But I guess it's okay, I have an excuse. Maybe I'll feel good enough tomorrow to accept a job. If I am, I hope it's Kindergarten.
Then he was running around inside the tube, beating his spidery little fists against the thank god EXTRA thick plastic and baring his fangs at me.
And then...I decided I didn't want to kill him. I had been thinking of taking him out onto the wooden deck and smushifying him with my shoe, but...it's a nice day, and despite still being a sicky I AM feeling much better, and I also didn't want to have to clean up five pounds of spider spatter.
So I took him outside and across the sidewalk and let him go under a nice tree. He immediately made a beeline back toward the apartment.
In retrospect, I probably should have taken him across the street.
Then I went to the library to see if they had any good DVDs in (nope) and I got a few more books (like I REALLY need them), and when I came back, Danette and her friend who lives next door were unloading Ben's truck and taking the stuff into the garage. I waved, then parked the car, and when I leaned over to pick up my books I heard honking. Why are they honking at me? I wondered silently (silently because I can't talk at all right now). Then I realized it was my horn. Am I leaning on the horn? I questioned. I leaned back. The honking continued. I had somehow managed to mash the panic button on my little keyring thingie. I pressed it again, then opened the door to hear Danette and her friend laughing.
"I rock." I gronked hoarsely.
Danette shrugged and said it's nothing they haven't done many times before. Then she told me I still sound really bad. I told her I'm getting better.
I had to turn down a job this morning, and I was very upset about it because it was a Kindergarten job and I told myself I would always accept a Kindergarten job when offered. But I guess it's okay, I have an excuse. Maybe I'll feel good enough tomorrow to accept a job. If I am, I hope it's Kindergarten.
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Date: 2005-05-25 05:24 pm (UTC)I'm glad to hear that you're starting to feel better. *hugs*
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Date: 2005-05-25 05:26 pm (UTC)Thanks for the hug, Mo. *hugs back*
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Date: 2005-05-25 05:37 pm (UTC)You're welcome Nelli. *more hugs*