So there I am this morning, having a cheerful shower in the sunny bathroom, fresh air breezing in through the window. Oh what’s that tickling on my chest? Oh a hair. Oh not a hair, too thick and stiff, oh fuck, a spider’s leg. Oh and there’s another one on my leg, ah jesus there’s his body hanging off my pubes, ahh it’s moving. Ahhhhhh.
I’m not at all good with spiders.
Indoor plumbing is fucking great, you know?
I have reported you to AAAMEASS – the Association of Arachnologists Against the Excessive Mangling of Snooping Aqua Spiders.
Expect to hear from them within eight days.
You been drunkenly violating spiders again HM?!?
There goes Meadow with her AAAMEASS threats again.
She rarely means them, you’re grand.
But are you scared of rats? (I reckon people are either rat-phobic or spider-phobic).
I quite like spiders, however rats give me the shits.
I’m too fucked to reply to everyone indvuelly… individ…. one by one.
So yes to all.
I bet if it was dressed in spider lingerie, you would have tapped that ass.
*don’t get mental image, don’t get mental image*
The ‘eight’ days reference Meadow, subtle.
Ugh, ugh, vomit.
I’m the spider-phobe, give me a rat in the shower anyday. I share your theory, Kate.
Blah, that was me.
Having trouble with this dual-ID thing here.
Ah it’s you Jo. I get a fair few of them hanging off ceilings waiting for me. I usually try to spare them. Living in Sydney was a challenge though.
I feel ill now.
I was in a kind strangers house a few weeks ago making breakfast when a big fucking spider bastard spun out of my hair. Because of my surroundings, I tried everything to remain calm and not alert to other house guests to my hissy fit in the kitchen.
I shook so hard, it may have went into the eggs. And they asked why I wasn’t having any… :/