Last night while lying in bed, a lovely spider crawled on my arm... and the bloody thing bit me. So I returned the favour and killed it. And while I'm sitting there rubbing my little bite, my husband asked if I was sure it bit me and didn't just crawl on me. I think the fact that it hurt enough to make me fly off the bed makes me pretty certain it was a bite.
Asshat.
Asshat.
Anyway, I haven't been able to shoot spiderwebs from my wrists yet, but I imagine any day now, right? Awesome.
3 comments:
Did that happen while the power was out? Them spiders can be sneaky bastards!
Oh man. That's so scary to me. Especially since here in Western Australia we have the most venomous spiders, scorpions and snakes in the world. Dammit, it's like they planned it that way somehow.
Hope the bite isn't bad though? Just pour some dettol on it kays?
I keep a spider relocation kit handy (read super big gulp cup and strong cardboard) for when they rush my personal bubble - but if they were to get close enough to bite me, I would murder them fiercely.
I would love to hear your superhero/supervillain alias.
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