Sunday, September 04, 2005

New counts are in

Sightings of giant house spiders: three in one month. We managed to kill one, Chris caught and released one, and one is hiding in our storage room somewhere, having gained the name "Shelob" from Chris. After sighting Shelob (and both of us screaming and jumping around a lot), Chris abandoned his "catch and release" programme. We're buying spider traps as soon as possible.

In conclusion: gross!

8 comments:

notused1000 said...

good blog

7.5/10

Queen of West Procrastination said...

Ooookay. Thank you for that rating?

Cramsey said...

Don't get bitten! We all know what happens...Absolutely nothing to do with a well known spider person.

justanothergirl said...

there was a giant spider in my bathroom this summer. it was early in the morning when i saw it. i decided that if it was still there when i got out of the shower i'd kill it. it was gone when i got out, so i didn't have to deal with it.

but then i saw it like three weeks later and killed it.

good story.

by amanda.

the end.

ladyshark said...

your blog was on my visitor referral list... i'm envious..... i'm mental with a broken brain. you have a master degree. i have an aunt who lives in vancouver. i visited there once. the northwest is pretty....

well. this week i was dog/house sitting for a friend. they said they were going to give me money, which i didn't expect. i told them to donate the money to the hurricane victims....

Queen of West Procrastination said...

Amanda, are you sure that it was the same giant spider that you killed three weeks later?

But it was a good story.

The end.

age of insomnia said...

"bujgtpps" was my word varification this time around, and is my new favorite word. It means, "the periods of time between major events of social reform".

I can't wait to get to BC; I love spiders! When I was younger, I kept them in my room as pets. Most boys stashed porn under their beds. I housed arachnids.

Queen of West Procrastination said...

One time, my Dad got bitten by a spider in the night and it left a couple of welts on his arm for a while, and my sister told my tiny cousins (who were obsessed with Spiderman at the time) that it was going to turn him into Spiderman. And so they started calling him Uncle Spiderman for a while. (To differentiate from their other Uncle Dave, who they started calling Uncle Motorcycle.)

Maybe spiders aren't so bad after all. (No, I'm not now looking for ways to turn Chris into Spiderman. Or am I?)