THE ICHY BITCHY SPIDER

See what I mean?

About spiders?

I woke up at 3:30 in the morning . . .

With a insistent itch on my leg.

After incessantly scratching it . . .

I fell back to sleep.

Didn’t think about it again.

Until this morning when I was shaving my legs.

Ouch!

What the . . .

There was a bite on my leg.

A fiery red bite . . .

Which was now redder with my blood from the nick.

Damn it!

Hmmm?

The temps have been frigid for a  month . . .

Which means that . . .

There are no mosquitoes stalking us humans for blood!

Which means that . . .

The only critter that bit me was . . .

A spider!

So you know what that means, don't you?

It means that I am their food source now that the little ants in my apartment are hibernating.

And that means . . .

That a tiny little spider (I pray it was little and there is only one)

Has reduced me to being . . .

The lowest link on the food chain . . .

In my own apartment!

See why I hate spiders?

Not only are they bloodsucking little monsters . . .

They add insult to injury!

Always Em-Musing

P.S. I wonder if any of the dozen creams I got for Christmas might also be a spider repellent?