…enter your apartment and have to stomp two, big, squishy spiders in twenty seconds. *shudder* i wish it wasn’t almost midnight. that means i have to pick up the carcasses instead of vacuuming them. ugh, i may vomit. i’m also having phantom creepy-crawlies all over my body. i think i’ll be awake for quite a bit longer than i’d hoped. *twitch*
update: to add insult to injury, the wad of paper towels i used to reluctantly dispose of the bodies plugged the toilet and it overflowed! fuck.
Guhhh, that’s the worst feeling ever. I couldn’t sleep one night after I saw one of those thousand leggers on my ceiling.
If all else fails, my dedication to the marriage will not waiver as long as Gary continues being my bug hero. It about makes up for having to clean the horrific underside of the toilet seat.