while recovering from surgery i needed a good, if painful, laugh. this was it.
There I was, Kindle in hand, sitting on the commode; when I noticed a slight movement on my left. Marching towards me was my biggest fear; my source of nightmares and my cause to panic…a slippery, slimy, scurrilous, succubus of a spider.
I froze, afraid to breathe and watched in horror as the arachnoid, that looked to me to be the size of a small dog, headed right for my leg. My heart started pumping wildly; sweat formed on my brow and my legs started to shake.
I was helpless; the two gallon jug of Home Defense Bug Spray was in the garage; the can of Raid was under the kitchen sink and the fly swatter lived on the lanai. Desperate, I looked around the room and used any weapon I could find. I threw my slipper; the spider laughed ( I swear, I heard it). I threw an empty…
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