It all began 3 days ago.
At first it was above the doorway to the kitchen. I figured this was a non-threatening place for it to be so I left it alone and hoped it would dissapear. Sure enough, I checked a little while later and it was gone. A quick scan of the apartment followed and after not finding it I had convinced myself it never existed.
Then the next day it re-surfaced on the ceiling in my livingroom. This caused me a little anxiety – my super doesnt like me calling him to kill spiders and after the last time I dont think he’ll ever believe me that it was the size of a cat. So I walked away and sure enough it dissapeared once again. That night however, I tore everything off my bed just to make sure it was a figment of my imagination.
But then… yesterday it came back. And it was in my bedroom.
Keeping one eye on the spider (which looked enormous in the shadows) I slowly reached out to flip the overhead light on. Forgetting that I hadnt actually put the switch plate covers on yet I ended up caressing the bare wires and electrocuting myself. Feeling the buzz and freaking out about the spider I ran into the livingroom and grabbed my broom. I dashed right back into the bedroom but the spider was GONE!
Now I was mad. With my fingers tingling, pulse racing and eyes bugging out I sat with my broom and waited. And waited. And then waited some more.
At some point, I mentally re-decorated my bedroom and composed this blog in my head. While wondering how it would all end I spotted the demon spider racing across the far wall. With a really loud ninja cry I launched myself threw the air and wacked that spider with my broom. It didnt stand a chance.
Thats right – I am a lean mean spider killing machine!