I'm supposed to be this big, butch, fag right?
Soooooo wrong.
I'm rooted to the spot in my kitchen because of a spider.
A goddamn spider!
It hangs above the sink, watching me.
I stand away from it, not sure what to do.
The vacuum, my usual method of disposing of anything that crawls is no good as it's an upright model.
Mental not to self: buy a proper hoover.
Being a resourceful chap I pick up a bottle antiseptic cleaner and begin spraying the spider furiousely hoping it will fall to a watery death in the sink.
After ten minutes of pumpaction spraying I give up and vow to return tomorrow with the spider equivalent of napalm.
I just need to find it...













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