So my ex was coming to pick up her stuff. It was a pretty nasty split, so the night before, I was putting it all in one place in the kitchen to expedite the process.
I was keeping most of her stuff in the basement, because that's where I put your stuff when you break my heart. You don't get a nice warm attic, you get the dungeon. Anyways. I was bringing up an air mattress, all rolled up and in it's bag, when it happened.
I guess the jostling from my walking up the stairs had awakened them. I started to feel tickling on my arms and stuff. . I looked down, completely unprepared for the nightmarish hell I was about to be engulfed in.
Spiders. probably not hundreds, but TENS OF SPIDERS. All over me. So I did what anyone would do in that situation.
I screamed like a girl, SPIDERS! SPIIIIIDERS! AHHH!! Then I ran around flailing my arms and slapping myself any time I felt something that was remotely a tickle. I quickly realized I'd have better luck rolling, so I hit the floor, and started rolling around, slapping myself and still screaming SPIDERS! the whole time.
I eventually killed them all, but that was one of the more traumatizing events I can remember.
Thanks Ed, for the picture.

Lol I've seen the picture before, but not the story behind it. The worst thing about spiders is that they're....everywhere :|
ReplyDeleteYou can't escape them.
ReplyDeleteone part of me feels sorry for you, the other part (the larger one) is cracking up atm.
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