I’m getting bolder…
Not such a sissy…
At least now I don’t screech out anymore...
When I kill a spider.
And let me tell you…
Texas ‘bigger’ ain’t got nothing...
On jungle ‘bigger’…
When it comes to spiders.
I’ve learned to scan floors, ceilings, and walls…
When turning on the lights.
I’ve learned to bang my shoes…
Before putting my tootsies in…
And not just for spiders…
But for little scorpions who have a mean sting.
This morning…
As I went to make my coffee…
I saw movement on the floor.
Two monster spiders!
They looked at me…
I glared at them…
I could tell they were calculating where to run…
And I was calculating if I moved fast enough…
I could get two spiders for the price of one stomp…
And then I realized…
I had flip flops on..
The odds of missing one or both of the spiders…
Was 50/50...
The thought of these monsters trickling over my feet?
EEWW!
Or getting spider guts exploding on my feet?
EEWW!
And then they seized the moment...
They made their move…
Each scurrying in a different direction…
The 'ole divide and conquer maneuver.
Smart spiders.
Fine!
Today they live…
But tomorrow morning?
I’ll be stomping ready…
I’ll be wearing my boots.
So?
What’s the biggest thing…
You’ve stomped with your foot?
Always, Em-Musing
P.S. I’ll be calling the pest control today
