I was in the basement of a strange house and there was some kind of office set up. There was a desk, computers, charts posted all over the walls, and various boxes of things stacked up. The ceiling was not finished, so the wooden rafters stuck out, and the floor was cement. I saw one black widow spider dangling from the rafters, and one on the ground; their bodys must have been the size of a golf ball. Half of me wanted to go and stomp on them because I knew that my spider count has gone down. But the other half of me wanted to go get bit and see what it's like to get poisoned and slowly die. I chose to kill the spiders (since I'm not allowed to get hurt or poisoned anyway). I tip-toed slowly towards the one already on the floor and tried to put a foot down on it, but my foot got caught in a thin web, and it pulled the spider closer to me. More and more black widows appeared out of random corners of the room, and I stumbled my way closer and closer to them. I was thoroughly creeped out at this point. I climbed the basement stairs and had a mental image of the entire basement's area covered in huge, black and red spiders that could kill me. I reached the upstairs and I informed my dad of our infestation. He said that he already knew about it, and I got stressed out about it. Then I was in some sort of camera point of view. Insert slow waltz music. My eyes were the screen, and I was watching a single, fat black widow floating around in the basement as if it were zero gravity. It was zoomed in close, and it sort of lazily extended its legs and shot random stings of silk. It looked like it was having a grand time.
 MEOWITSTERRA · Mon May 15, 2006 @ 08:04am · 0 Comments |
