The war has begun in earnest. Another scout was found, but he was clever, lurking in the corner of the bathroom ceiling where I could not reach him without benefit of a broom, and I resisted because I have learned my lesson regarding brooms. (They hide in the bristles and then leap out and scurry at you, or run away and hide under a big piece of furniture.) I bided my time. A few days later I caught one near the front door, trying to steal into my shoe, which I subsequently used to squash him. *nods*
A fourth was found in the bathroom sink this morning, so he went to his watery grave with the first one.
Evil Hellish Arachnid Army: 0
Dyson: 4
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Sunday, July 11, 2010
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Arachnaphobia Deathmatch 2010
I love living in the Seattle area. Rain is awesome and makes me want to write. I also dislike dealing with that horrible white stuff that falls from the sky and makes people drive like bigger morons than usual. Snow is a rarity here which gets two thumbs up from me. It's also not that cold in the winter and not blisteringly hot in the summer. And the massive amount of hoodie-clad hotties makes me happy to put up with just about anything.
It does, however, have one little nasty bit of horror. The spiders. Starting in late July, hoards of heinous brown eight-legged creatures from the depths of hell invade our houses, generally making straight for the bathroom where they can glare up at you from the sink or the bathtub first thing in the morning as you stagger in there before coffee.
This year the bastards have sent out their reconnaissance patrols early. I destroyed one scout by flushing it down the sink - in hindsight, this may have been a mistake, since there is no guarantee of its actual demise. It may have survived and reported back to its evil headquarters, prompting them to send out scout #2. That one I smashed against the bathroom wall with a partially empty bottle of ammonia.
The battle has commenced. I am keeping a tally.
Evil Hellish Arachnid Army: 0
Dyson: 2
(I'm totally counting the flushed one. *nods*)
It does, however, have one little nasty bit of horror. The spiders. Starting in late July, hoards of heinous brown eight-legged creatures from the depths of hell invade our houses, generally making straight for the bathroom where they can glare up at you from the sink or the bathtub first thing in the morning as you stagger in there before coffee.
This year the bastards have sent out their reconnaissance patrols early. I destroyed one scout by flushing it down the sink - in hindsight, this may have been a mistake, since there is no guarantee of its actual demise. It may have survived and reported back to its evil headquarters, prompting them to send out scout #2. That one I smashed against the bathroom wall with a partially empty bottle of ammonia.
The battle has commenced. I am keeping a tally.
Evil Hellish Arachnid Army: 0
Dyson: 2
(I'm totally counting the flushed one. *nods*)
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