Do you ever have that feeling after you kill a bug that all it's little bug friends are going to come after you? Yes, no, maybe?
Well I certainly do. And lately I have been believing it. Here's my story:
I live in a basement in MO. Two best words to describe this place: humid and buggy. And basements are just a bug's own little paradise. But this story is more about spiders than just any bugs. I have never been scared of spiders really. I just think they are disgusting and freak me out a bit. Well, I am becoming more and more scared of them. It might be turning into an irrational fear. You see, I kill at least 1 spider a day. AT LEAST. Fantastically gross. It wasn't a big deal until the fear came. I'm not sure why but now I hate them... not that I ever liked them.
But I feel like all the spiders in the area, maybe the world, have a mission to terrify me and maybe attack me. (So far none have come close to me or shown any signs of aggression but you can never be too sure.) Too prove my point: one day I killed 7 spiders. 7. And now the spiders are not just in my basement they follow me. I see them everywhere.
And tonight at an outdoor concert little gnats kept landing on me. No one else. Just me. Well that may have been because I had some many food spots and spills on my shirt it was like a little feast, but that is another story for another time. Basically, I spilled something at every meal today. Good times.
Anyways, the moral of the post: spiders are coming after me. Simple as that.
PS: Last night I almost hit a skunk which would have been disgusting. Then tonight I almost hit a rabid raccoon. Like it seriously was running really ridiculously and I am positive it was rabid or had something wrong with it. And when I say almost I mean almost. Close call both times. Yuck.
