Tuesday, August 19, 2008

An Uninvited Guest

Actual conversation, said in the acidic tone of a spoiled teenager:

"WHAT are you doing?"


"WHO do you think you are?"

Not a flinch.

"This isn't YOUR house."


I didn't know what to do. I was home alone, or so I thought. I couldn't even enter the bathroom that was occupied by this unwanted visitor. How was I to take a shower?

Minutes passed, but it seemed like an hour. A stare-down was all I could think to do. Productivity could not exist in this state of agitation.

Finally, my dad came home from the store. He killed the giant thing, the eight-legged horror who could not, would not, be persuaded.

Everything's fine now.


Josh(ua) Treece said...

Now... What if you had just grabbed a shoe and say, squashed your uninvited guest?

Perhaps this standoff could have ended earlier...

Lisa Marie said...

Good question. First, a shoe might not have been sufficient enough in size to squash this beast. (I might be exaggerating, but it was pretty big...)

Second, I have a fear not only of spiders, but of jumping spiders. And...who's to say that sucker couldn't have flown into my hair or something?

You just never know! ;-)

Julie Hibbard said...

Oh...poor little spider! Next time, call me...I will come rescue you by rescuing HIM! You can usually grab a spider by it's web and dangle him out to the yard where he will KILL all the bugs that eat your plants!
Spiders are good (the vast majority of them anyway!)
Hope you're well. Your Angels are amazing!!

Stack said...

the baltimore bullet would have helped you.

sunshine said...

ahhhhhhh! you have a blog!
so, so good!

TheBoyd said...

Agreed. You should have just killed it yourself.