And the pants are off

This is a follow up to yesterday's post.

I was sitting on my couch minding my own business and watching Sons of Anarchy when the most horrible thing happened.

My foot started itching, so I casually scratched it with my other foot. But then, it kept itching. I finally tore my eyes away from SOA and saw that a huge spider was resting comfortably on my foot. If you have read anything about me, you probably already have a pretty good idea that I am terrified of spiders.

At first I froze and just stared at as if it would go away if I did.

Then I panicked. I kicked my foot and it actually jumped up my pant leg. I flipped the fuck out.

 I screamed and pulled my pants off while sitting. Then I threw them across the living room and pulled my legs up underneath me like touching the floor would invoke the spider.

So there I was, in just my panties, watching the pile of pants that were laying across the room, when my roommate walked in. He looked at me, then looked at the pants, and then back at me.

"Spider." I said simply.

Then he sprinted across the living room and joined me on the couch with his legs tucked up. There just aren't enough tough guys left out there.

 We were screwed.

We waited an hour and a half for Boyfriend to get there to check out the situation. I wish I could have taken a picture of his face when he walked in and saw us, but my camera was clear across the room and there was no way I was getting up to get it. Trust me, though, it was priceless. It was a mixture between bewilderment and humor. I didn't think it was funny at the time, but looking back, I can see where laughter would have been appropriate.

Anyways, Boyfriend picked up my pants and shook them out and said that there wasn't a spider, which freaked Roommate and I out even more because we had no idea where the evil creature went.

Of course I kept itching and thinking that the spider was still on me, so I kept making Boyfriend repeatedly check me. Then he informed me that he found it a little disturbing that I was sitting on the couch in my panties with my male roommate. But I told him, "Honey, why would I even like someone that can't kill spiders?" And he was relieved.

Still haven't found the spider, but you can bet your ass I'm not putting those pants back on. Ever.



I need a cat. But not this cat.

Or maybe I'll go with this approach.

Perhaps, though, this might be the best solution.

Wanna freak yourself out? Google "afraid of spiders" and then select the Image tab. {Shivers}