Yes its true!!! An un-welcome creature enter my home, my thrush hold! It enter my safe place with the desire to harm me and my well being! Not only that it was out for blood!
I home from a fun filled evening with my short stack friend Vanessa. We dined at Que Pasa on Ming, later we laughed our heads off at the movie "The Others". She drops me off at my car parked at the Sprint Store, we part and go our separate ways. I rush home with the need to pee! I click on my air conditioner, jet up the stairs of my loft apartment flicking on the lights as I jolt up the stairs. I take my pants off toss them in the hamper flash change into my sports bra, head into the bath room reach in and flick my lights on.
Here I scream so loud I think in minutes the cops will be busting down my doors to save me from certain death. No one came! Right in my site the little bastard is quickly gaining speed up its thin stretched woven spindle of spider thread. Here 5 inches to 7 inches I came face to face with the shiny black widow startled by my late night behavior.... The battle began...
Still fearing for my life I. Rush into my closet and grab a shoe to smother this evil in my powder room. I let my battle scream once out once again as I swing the shoe above my head hoping with one swat death would become of this spider... I was certainly wrong another scream comes poring out of my mouth!!! "I HATE California". My attempt at murder was un successful. The vent in my ceiling now hung in the balance standing between me and my nemesis, I message Zak praying he is not dead to the night! (I needed back up) No response back. I need to take matters into my own hands. I once again take down to the stairs, run to my broom stashed behind my fridge. Speeding back up the stairs screaming yet again "I hate California" this time with a tear poring out my eye.
I hold my broom steadying looking and planning my next attack carefully. I take a step closer to see better. I belt out another scream so loud my entire body felt the squeeze of the scream. This spider was now playing dirty, weather it was a web it spun on the floor attempting to trap me, during my away time or a fallen piece of hair, I still blame the death machine. Now crying and yelling to the world as the need to pee has now creeped to point of "I gotta go, I gotta go NOW!" The spider holds its position over the vicinity of the toilet I continue to yell and cry before I convinced myself the spider is now afraid of me. I mean I destroyed its hiding place by opening the bathroom vent with the broom. I take my broom, drop my draws keeping a steady eye on him.
As I was sitting there broom in hand, I plot the best diabolical plan I can come up with at 1 am! I push my shower curtain open, crawl inside, take my broom an smush!!!! Right into her black little body!!! The bristle of the broom wiggling it to its certain death! I pull it away...... How did this thing survive?? Just how!
Now I know certain force was needed! I bush the floor in case she set it with some secret weapon the government has yet to discover. I flip the broom to the handle. And poke!!! I miss yet again! But this time she fell hard and fast on to my white bathroom rug. Now she had no where to hide! Her black body sticking out amongst the white fibers I smash her repeatedly with the broom....beat her until she was lifeless and shriveled into a little ball. After the battle lasting 30 to 45 minutes. I have won! (Actual time spent 5-10 min) I had also had threw the white rug out as well.
Still not feeling safe in my bed which laid mere feet away I decided to sleep on my trusty couch far away from the crime that took place!!
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Friday, September 3, 2010
I had an intruder!
Yes its true!!! An un-welcome creature enter my home, my thrush hold! It enter my safe place with the desire to harm me and my well being! Not only that it was out for blood!
I home from a fun filled evening with my short stack friend Vanessa. We dined at Que Pasa on Ming, later we laughed our heads off at the movie "The Others". She drops me off at my car parked at the Sprint Store, we part and go our separate ways. I rush home with the need to pee! I click on my air conditioner, jet up the stairs of my loft apartment flicking on the lights as I jolt up the stairs. I take my pants off toss them in the hamper flash change into my sports bra, head into the bath room reach in and flick my lights on.
Here I scream so loud I think in minutes the cops will be busting down my doors to save me from certain death. No one came! Right in my site the little bastard is quickly gaining speed up its thin stretched woven spindle of spider thread. Here 5 inches to 7 inches I came face to face with the shiny black widow startled by my late night behavior.... The battle began...
Still fearing for my life I. Rush into my closet and grab a shoe to smother this evil in my powder room. I let my battle scream once out once again as I swing the shoe above my head hoping with one swat death would become of this spider... I was certainly wrong another scream comes poring out of my mouth!!! "I HATE California". My attempt at murder was un successful. The vent in my ceiling now hung in the balance standing between me and my nemesis, I message Zak praying he is not dead to the night! (I needed back up) No response back. I need to take matters into my own hands. I once again take down to the stairs, run to my broom stashed behind my fridge. Speeding back up the stairs screaming yet again "I hate California" this time with a tear poring out my eye.
I hold my broom steadying looking and planning my next attack carefully. I take a step closer to see better. I belt out another scream so loud my entire body felt the squeeze of the scream. This spider was now playing dirty, weather it was a web it spun on the floor attempting to trap me, during my away time or a fallen piece of hair, I still blame the death machine. Now crying and yelling to the world as the need to pee has now creeped to point of "I gotta go, I gotta go NOW!" The spider holds its position over the vicinity of the toilet I continue to yell and cry before I convinced myself the spider is now afraid of me. I mean I destroyed its hiding place by opening the bathroom vent with the broom. I take my broom, drop my draws keeping a steady eye on him.
As I was sitting there broom in hand, I plot the best diabolical plan I can come up with at 1 am! I push my shower curtain open, crawl inside, take my broom an smush!!!! Right into her black little body!!! The bristle of the broom wiggling it to its certain death! I pull it away...... How did this thing survive?? Just how!
Now I know certain force was needed! I bush the floor in case she set it with some secret weapon the government has yet to discover. I flip the broom to the handle. And poke!!! I miss yet again! But this time she fell hard and fast on to my white bathroom rug. Now she had no where to hide! Her black body sticking out amongst the white fibers I smash her repeatedly with the broom....beat her until she was lifeless and shriveled into a little ball. After the battle lasting 30 to 45 minutes. I have won! (Actual time spent 5-10 min) I had also had threw the white rug out as well.
Still not feeling safe in my bed which laid mere feet away I decided to sleep on my trusty couch far away from the crime that took place!!
I home from a fun filled evening with my short stack friend Vanessa. We dined at Que Pasa on Ming, later we laughed our heads off at the movie "The Others". She drops me off at my car parked at the Sprint Store, we part and go our separate ways. I rush home with the need to pee! I click on my air conditioner, jet up the stairs of my loft apartment flicking on the lights as I jolt up the stairs. I take my pants off toss them in the hamper flash change into my sports bra, head into the bath room reach in and flick my lights on.
Here I scream so loud I think in minutes the cops will be busting down my doors to save me from certain death. No one came! Right in my site the little bastard is quickly gaining speed up its thin stretched woven spindle of spider thread. Here 5 inches to 7 inches I came face to face with the shiny black widow startled by my late night behavior.... The battle began...
Still fearing for my life I. Rush into my closet and grab a shoe to smother this evil in my powder room. I let my battle scream once out once again as I swing the shoe above my head hoping with one swat death would become of this spider... I was certainly wrong another scream comes poring out of my mouth!!! "I HATE California". My attempt at murder was un successful. The vent in my ceiling now hung in the balance standing between me and my nemesis, I message Zak praying he is not dead to the night! (I needed back up) No response back. I need to take matters into my own hands. I once again take down to the stairs, run to my broom stashed behind my fridge. Speeding back up the stairs screaming yet again "I hate California" this time with a tear poring out my eye.
I hold my broom steadying looking and planning my next attack carefully. I take a step closer to see better. I belt out another scream so loud my entire body felt the squeeze of the scream. This spider was now playing dirty, weather it was a web it spun on the floor attempting to trap me, during my away time or a fallen piece of hair, I still blame the death machine. Now crying and yelling to the world as the need to pee has now creeped to point of "I gotta go, I gotta go NOW!" The spider holds its position over the vicinity of the toilet I continue to yell and cry before I convinced myself the spider is now afraid of me. I mean I destroyed its hiding place by opening the bathroom vent with the broom. I take my broom, drop my draws keeping a steady eye on him.
As I was sitting there broom in hand, I plot the best diabolical plan I can come up with at 1 am! I push my shower curtain open, crawl inside, take my broom an smush!!!! Right into her black little body!!! The bristle of the broom wiggling it to its certain death! I pull it away...... How did this thing survive?? Just how!
Now I know certain force was needed! I bush the floor in case she set it with some secret weapon the government has yet to discover. I flip the broom to the handle. And poke!!! I miss yet again! But this time she fell hard and fast on to my white bathroom rug. Now she had no where to hide! Her black body sticking out amongst the white fibers I smash her repeatedly with the broom....beat her until she was lifeless and shriveled into a little ball. After the battle lasting 30 to 45 minutes. I have won! (Actual time spent 5-10 min) I had also had threw the white rug out as well.
Still not feeling safe in my bed which laid mere feet away I decided to sleep on my trusty couch far away from the crime that took place!!
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