OCCASIONALLY,
A spider will breech the safety of our super tall ceilings,
and decide to come murder me.
OCCASIONALLY,
Mike will decide to laugh at my terror,
instead of saving me gallantly.
Then,
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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