You know what I always forget about when I decide to come to the country? The spiders and it's not that I totally hate spiders, I respect their rights to live and everything but what I don't really respect is their right to bite me or be anywhere near me when I am sleeping.
Last night I got into bed at my parents house and Kiwi was playing with something on the floor next to me and upon closer inspection it was a spider and I weighed my options, one - I could have got out of bed and shooed the spider into the hallway or, two - kill it with my flip flop that was within reach. Option taken? Number 2. I kind of feel bad about it because hey, it's just living its life and had no idea I would be in that particular bedroom with two angry cats but I was tired and in a killin' mood.
What's on the agenda tonight? Hmm, my parents are going to a partay and I have the house to myself. Also, I am going to BBQ something but my Dad has to give me instructions on how to use it so I don't blow up the house... or the barn... or the guest house. Good times are ahead!
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