The Evilosity of Spiders
The eight-legged freaks struck again tonight. As I was settling in to eat dinner & watch an iTunes download, a spider literally fell onto my plate. Yep, smack into the broccoli. Naturally, I screamed like the girl that I am and almost broke my neck leaping up out of my chair. Nearly gave the poor hubster a heart attack. After retreating in a rapid manner to the kitchen and throwing my silverware in the sink, the hubster came in bearing my dinner and insisting that the creepy-crawly was nowhere to be found on my food. Little bastard was hanging out on the desk, though. Just chillin' in front of the keyboard. After a successful squishing mission, my husband looked at me and said, "maybe you should go back to painting - they seem a little too interested in you when you're writing." Damn creepy ass arachnids. I'm writing, I'm writing. Now leave me the hell alone!