Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Spider Death

A spider will breech the safety of our super tall ceilings, 
and decide to come murder me. 

Mike will decide to laugh at my terror, 
instead of saving me gallantly.  

I have to take action. 

So, I don my long sleeved bathrobe (in case it tries to jump on my arms),
put a large towel over my head (in case it tries to jump on my head), 
and hum "the imperial march" (to intimidate mr. spider), 
THEN, I go at it with Mike's shoe. 

He then has to dispose of the body, 
as I am still unsure it's really dead. 

gotta do, what ya gotta do. 

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