So the hairy, scary, middle-sized spider broke the covenant:

He showed himself.

On the ceiling.

Over the bed, where I've actually been sleeping since he curled up for a snuggle in the palm of my hand while I was sleeping on the couch.

So I did what any self-respecting, resourceful girl in my position would do: I sprayed him with Easy Off oven cleaner.

Then stomped on him.

Easy Off: not just for ovens (or old country inn fireplaces) anymore.

In other news, I've massacred the flea population by dropping them into a bottle of bleach then watching their bodies disintegrate.

There's nothing wrong with that.

betholindo at 6:18 p.m.

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