I've spent 5 nights in this house, if you count tonight. I have killed 3 spiders (me! Killed a spider!):
Tuesday- Average house spider. Still, you know, really creepy, but only dime sized. Now dead on a ledge.
Wednesday- Slightly creepier than your average house spider. Maybe just because it was bigger, though, I amn't sure (nickel sized). He got flushed after I smooshed him with a handful of about 10 kleenex.
Thursday- Possibly the spider that bit me. Also nickel sized. It was scary looking and NOT your average house spider. It has brown legs and a brown head and a white... whatever the rest of a spider is. If I die, at least I can go down thinking I killed the creature that killed me. Currently residing on the carpet, where he met his death. I actually keep checking just to make sure he is dead because last time I killed a spider with a flip-flop, it came back to life about 5 minutes later and tried to scuttle away (but couldn't escape my excellent aim- with a hammer this time. Last I checked, his leg was still in the carpet. Maybe it got cleaned out by now). This time, after I was fairly certain the terror was dead, I put my shoe back on and started stomping on him. Then ground my foot into the ground. Then stomped on him some more. It's been about 10 minutes and he hasn't moved.
Oh, yeah. I got bit by a spider. Yesterday I just figured it was another mosquito bite, but being that there are actually two little lumps next to each other and the fact that my ankle is now non-existent (I have a "cankle" as Barbie called it today at work), and also considering that it looks pussy and purple, I'm pretty sure it is a spider bite. Also, it stings and mosquito bites just itch. But then the rest of my leg, up to like my knee cap, itches like heck.
"I think I know how it is to be grown up; it's when you feel how someone feels that isn't you." -Frances Griffiths