Eight-Legged Rommates

The girls and I are on good terms again and have been since the day after my birthday. Being with them is just like regular family life – I love them, but sometimes they bug the hell out of me. I had a heart to heart with Achta after dinner and came back to my house to read a bit before bed. But wouldn’t ya know it – one of my big, hairy 8-legged roommates violated the terms of our peace agreement. If they stay up near the ceiling, I leave them alone, but if they trespass into my territory, I show no mercy. This particular rebel was so bold as to descend to eye level and brazenly stare me down while I reached for my cheap Nigerian flip flop. My courage faltered a few times, but I finally whacked him a good one. Except that I must have closed my eyes, because it wasn’t a direct hit. I hit him (as evidenced by the spider goo on the bottom of my flip flop) but I knocked him off the wall, which caused me to jump back and prance going, “oyoyoyoyoyo”. So, I don’t think he’s dead, but he’s definitely maimed and if I come across a 6 legged spider, I’ll know it’s him.