THIS MONTH, 26 fucking days of this month, I have killed at least SEVEN spiders. Six of them had to be relatives. I think there was a little nest of them somewhere outside of our house and whenever I let in Molly, or come inside, they crawl in thinking they're sneaky. They're no Charlotte's Web, c'mon. Three of them, two relatives, one friend of the family, had been in my room, different days of course. AND THEY'RE HARD TO KILL ON RUGS. I hate killing anything to begin with. I hate when I am forced to kill something. If it's poisonous I have to since, well, they're in my room and could bite me as I sleep. Survival of the fittest.
I'm always fixing to cry when I stand over it. And one refused to die, which made me cry, haha. Twitching like that and everything. Reminds me of the time I went to get Molly fresh water out of her food bowl and there was a dead field mouse. I did a little scream and started to tear. I am so weak when it comes to animals, ugh, haha. I felt so bad. I didn't kill it, neither did my dog, but still, I felt horrible. Stupid neighbor and never, ever having someone come over and mow that acre long field that screams for mice, snakes and weird fucking insects invade it. There's even two old buildings that probably had cows or horses in it at one time still there. I bet tons of mice have their little nests in there. I wouldn't dare to step foot in there, nope.
Don't get me wrong, I do save bugs and such things all the time. Whenever I let my dog out in the morning, I make sure to scare of the rabbits in our yard (she'll get them and bite their heads off. No joke, she has done it). OR, catch a moth in a cup and send it on its way outside. I used to bury dead mice outside when I was younger, haha... When I was young enough to know better than to touch a mouse - they're diseased.
I remember one time I woke up to my sister slamming what sounded like a shoe in the bathroom. It started on one end and ended up on the other. It stopped, then it began again from the end it stopped at to the middle of the bathroom. It was funny listening to it. Later on, when I was laughing about it, she said, "It was sad, Heather! It just wouldn't die, kept twitching, ugh!"
Finish the dinky scarf for my cat, Princess, the other day:
I couldn't get a picture because, as I found out earlier, HE HATES CLOTHING.
Muahaahaha.
Toodaloo.
It may seem kidna sissy, but I can't bring myself to kill anything, every spider, insect, or whatever that has ever been in my house I escort out of my house via paper towl or paper. A persons a person no matter how small I always say!
ReplyDeleteand awww your cat's scarf is adorable!
I usually get my parents or my younger sister to do the job. I killed an ant one time and cried. Bahhhh. If I felt an insect touching me, I'd freak. Scream and cry, haha. It's a fright of mine, I don't know why. I could watch a tornado come to our house and not care, but hearing an insect bump into glass or something, nfdgdfgdjfsf.
ReplyDeleteOne time, at Fishy Business (pet store in my small town) me and Casey were looking at reptiles and as I was looking at one, the lizard just, all of the sudden, leapt off the rock and smashed into his glass. I, of course, screamed and hid behind my laughing friend.
It's because the lizard loves you!
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