LOL, sleeping with one eye open is right.
My first summer at college one of those bastards squeezed its fat ass under my door at night, and the sound of it scraping against the cheap, hollow door thankfully woke me up. After shrieking like a girl, I grabbed one of my sneakers and beat it to a pulp on the rug. Coming from California I'd never seen a bug that big, and I was literally traumatized. Even worse, I was pulling the old 'mattress on the floor' routine, so I'd been eyeball-to-eyeball with the Herculean arachnid before I dispatched it. You know, they really do have faces...
My commotion woke the cute 35 year old who owned the house, but he was less than sympathetic. I asked in my sweetest voice to spend the night in his bed for fear of retribution from my victim's spider buddies, but he was having none of it. To this day I think he missed out on a great experience, at that moment I would've done anything to have someone make me feel safe again. I mean anything...
Deuce, stop posting about this shit and go have hot spidey-sex with someone who feels some sympathy for your moment of terror. When life hands you lemons, ya know?
My first summer at college one of those bastards squeezed its fat ass under my door at night, and the sound of it scraping against the cheap, hollow door thankfully woke me up. After shrieking like a girl, I grabbed one of my sneakers and beat it to a pulp on the rug. Coming from California I'd never seen a bug that big, and I was literally traumatized. Even worse, I was pulling the old 'mattress on the floor' routine, so I'd been eyeball-to-eyeball with the Herculean arachnid before I dispatched it. You know, they really do have faces...
My commotion woke the cute 35 year old who owned the house, but he was less than sympathetic. I asked in my sweetest voice to spend the night in his bed for fear of retribution from my victim's spider buddies, but he was having none of it. To this day I think he missed out on a great experience, at that moment I would've done anything to have someone make me feel safe again. I mean anything...
Deuce, stop posting about this shit and go have hot spidey-sex with someone who feels some sympathy for your moment of terror. When life hands you lemons, ya know?