Earlier this morning at 4:30 the boy crawled into bed with us...
I turned over.
I felt a little itch near my elbow.
I grabbed at it with my right hand.
My thumb, index finger, and middle finger of my right hand.
I squeezed.
I squeezed a f*cking spider in my hand.
A giant we-apparently-have-millions-of-giant-spiders-in-Tennessee spider.
They are everywhere downstairs.
I spend most of my time upstairs.
Those of you who know me know this was devastating.
Dev. Uh. Stating.
2 comments:
You're sure the boy doesn't have some kind of spider-creating super powers, right?
Ugh. Why did it have to be spiders?!
-kmr
DUDE! Seriously?!?! That is DIS-GUS-TING! And you wanted me to sleep downstairs when I came to visit... BOO! In fact BOO to all spiders of the south! :)
- JBeezy
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