Eight-legged hate

To the spider who so viciously attacked me without provocation:
You are mean.

If you are the same spider I found in the bathroom yesterday, then I relish your death. If he was your comrade, I still relish his death. If you are still at large, then be afraid. Be very afraid.

I have stalking skills like nobody's business. So as soon as the swelling in my arm goes down (your FIVE bites packed a punch), I'm coming after you. With a big stick. And maybe a shoe.

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