So, I was in the bathroom last night when what comes creeping under the door but an exact replica of the ginormous tarantula from hell that I slayed last week. What the heck?!? I alway knew that things might come back to haunt me someday, but dang!
I tiptoed over it, because ther was nothing handy in the bathroom with which to squish it. I then ran like a manic on crack to my bedroom, scooped up the Big & Tall shoe that I used last time, and shot back to the bathroom.
It disappeared.
I freaking searched everywhere for that spider. I have a teeny tiny postage size stamp bathroom, so I have no idea where the big hairy bastid could be hiding.
Huh.
Now I’m going to have nightmares about ghost/clone tarantuals from hell crawling/biting/sucking me dry while I sleep.
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!
