don't blame him
I was in the shower the other week and noticed a spider on the ceiling. scenes from arachnophobia jumped to the forefront of my thoughts. i opened the door and backed away, calmly just til i could get rid of him. his web must have been attached to me because he started flying through the air, following me even as i changed direction. i just flipped, shouted like a madman and the wife thought i'd fallen and broken something, she's running in panicking only to be pushed aside with me swatting the air with a towel while i ran buck naked out the door past her and down the hall with this wee fucker literally chasing me in mid air
Biting the hand that feeds IT
