2003-09-11 -

SPIDERS

Little baby spiders have invaded my apartment. They started appearing this summer. I was sitting on the toilet one day doing my business and looked at the wall beside me and there were hundreds and itsy, bitsy spiders covering the wall. Of course with my fear of spiders, even the smallest of the little buggers, I nearly fainted right there on the toilet. I had no bug killer in the house and I wasn’t about to kill them with my bare hands so I reached for the next best thing… Windex. I sprayed the wall down and drenched them all. They were quite easy to wipe up afterwards and my bathroom smelled very fresh and my wall was surprisingly clean.

I thought that was the end. Not a chance. They keep re-appearing every few weeks and I can’t for the life of me figure out where the hell they are coming from. So, I just keep killing them. Although I have gotten to the point now where I just squish them with my finger. They have not just kept themselves in the bathroom though. I’ve found them in the living room, in my utensil drawer in the kitchen, and last night in my clothes closet. That annoyed me.

On the weekend I vacuumed up 4 dead spiders in my bedroom and 3 live ones. Not baby ones either. These were big spiders, probably the parents of the disgusting babies.

Yesterday a very large, I repeat, VERY LARGE spider walked across the floor in front of my office and stopped next to the printer. I tiptoed out of my office and into the supply closet to find a can of RAID. I got back and it hadn’t moved so I sprayed it with everything that can had. It started running towards my receptionist and I kept spraying it as it ran, then it turned on me. It started coming after me!! My heart started pounding and I sprayed harder until it was only a can’s length away from me and then my foot took over the murder process and ended it right there. I should have used the shoe in the first place, but it was a really big spider and it made a really big mess.

Oh, the joys of living in Vancouver.

Other exciting news…

Yesterday I was informed that today I have to go to Victoria for the afternoon and evening on business. This is fun for me as it means an afternoon away from the office, an hour and a half ferry ride and the company of a REALLY hot Aussie student. Yep. He’s coming with me because he’s taking the class that I’m going over to supervise. My boss was going to do the trip in the end couldn’t make it so he’s sending me. He had already agreed to take the hot Aussie student (I don’t think my boss thinks he’s hot—just me) with him. He told me that I didn’t have to and he’d phone and cancel, but I said NO, NO, NO!!! Please, don’t do that. He needs a ride. I am going. I have a car. I have a passenger seat. Yeah, baby!!!

Oh, did I mention that whenever he comes into a room I can barely breathe let alone speak?