make a little birdhouse in your soul
I've been getting so sleepy late at night recently that I've been hallucinating. "Hallucinating" might not be the most accurate word, because I always know on some level that what I'm seeing isn't acutally there -- I don't swerve the car to avoid the animal I'm hallucinating or anything. I just imagine things.
So last night when I got out of the shower, it was pretty late and I'd been imagining things as I rinsed my hair. Toweling off, I thought I imagined something on the towel, and when I pulled it within 2 inches of my nose to inspect -- because I'm so so nearsighted -- I realized that the spider 2 inches from my nose was indeed real. I squeaked and flung the towel down, then got my shit together enough to maneuver the spider into the toilet and flush. I was very proud of the fact that I didn't have to bother Other with this matter.
After flushing the spider, I still didn't want to use the toilet in which it had so recently died, so I went downstairs to the half bath and was confronted there with the second biggest motherfucking spider I've ever seen loose and running around. It was black and had distinct joints and was moving toward me, about the size of those plastic spider rings everyone wears at the end of October. GAH.
Irony.
I've been getting so sleepy late at night recently that I've been hallucinating. "Hallucinating" might not be the most accurate word, because I always know on some level that what I'm seeing isn't acutally there -- I don't swerve the car to avoid the animal I'm hallucinating or anything. I just imagine things.
So last night when I got out of the shower, it was pretty late and I'd been imagining things as I rinsed my hair. Toweling off, I thought I imagined something on the towel, and when I pulled it within 2 inches of my nose to inspect -- because I'm so so nearsighted -- I realized that the spider 2 inches from my nose was indeed real. I squeaked and flung the towel down, then got my shit together enough to maneuver the spider into the toilet and flush. I was very proud of the fact that I didn't have to bother Other with this matter.
After flushing the spider, I still didn't want to use the toilet in which it had so recently died, so I went downstairs to the half bath and was confronted there with the second biggest motherfucking spider I've ever seen loose and running around. It was black and had distinct joints and was moving toward me, about the size of those plastic spider rings everyone wears at the end of October. GAH.
Irony.
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