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sessifetThere was a spider. In the toilet. I discovered this as I was sitting on the toilet minding my own business and the spider decided to crawl out by way of my thigh.
My response to this was "hmm, that tickles. Huh, are those legs? Aaaaaugh!", stand up, kermitflail through the bathroom and nearly faceplant onto the door because my underpants were still around my ankles.
My skin is still attempting to crawl off my body and cling onto the ceiling for safety and I'm contemplating the feasibility of home amputation, but I'm not sure I can tie a tourniquet that high.
Honestly, I don't dislike spiders. They're useful creatures and keep the rest of the creepy-crawlies down. But there are rules, damnit. They don't sit in the bathtub when I want to take a shower, they don't run across my pillow in the night and they sure as hell aren't allowed to use me as a ladder!
*shudders violently and runs around the house flapping*
My response to this was "hmm, that tickles. Huh, are those legs? Aaaaaugh!", stand up, kermitflail through the bathroom and nearly faceplant onto the door because my underpants were still around my ankles.
My skin is still attempting to crawl off my body and cling onto the ceiling for safety and I'm contemplating the feasibility of home amputation, but I'm not sure I can tie a tourniquet that high.
Honestly, I don't dislike spiders. They're useful creatures and keep the rest of the creepy-crawlies down. But there are rules, damnit. They don't sit in the bathtub when I want to take a shower, they don't run across my pillow in the night and they sure as hell aren't allowed to use me as a ladder!
*shudders violently and runs around the house flapping*
