| Pathatic, yes- I know.Not updating for almost a month? Horrid, awful? What other words are there to descibe it? Ooh- I know two of them! Lazy. Busy. 
Sorry I totally haven't been on here in...forever, but I've been the above two things.  Although, a lot of you have probably already seen this, I'll post it here as well- it's pretty much what happened today: Yes, I was in a battle about today- and I vanquished my enemy! Here is how the story goes: (sorry it's all 'squished' together- it wasn't written to be like that, I did indeed have paragraphs...but- Xanga is being stupid and not letting me edit it) [if you want an easier to read version... http://www.thetoo.com/viewtopic.php?t=14324] I was happily on the computer, when I hear my mom walking down the basement steps and I hear her say "Oh boy!". I ask her "What is it?!" She replies, "There is a HUGE black spider on the floor here! Come take a look at it!" I get up from the computer, and run to the top of the stairs. I see nothing. My mom is standing about- halfway down the steps and is looking across the hall at the floor. I whisper, "I don't see it, mom." "Come down the steps one at a time and tell me when you first see it." She points to the corner by the bottom of the stairway where I should look. I stepped one step down, nothing. Then another, and another. Five steps down, I see this giagantic black mass of body and legs. I froze when I saw it, it was motionless- just as I was. It raised a hairy leg, and advanced toward me. A scream was begining to come up my throat, when I realized... Wait, it's still five steps away- I'm over 3 feet above it. The arm came down, and the spider had moved a quarter of a cetemeter. I breathed a sigh of relief, I was still alive. "It's huge..."I whispered to my mom. "and, hairy...". We both ran very quickly up the steps. "Wait, I have to change the laundry!"said my mom, as she began to descend the stairs. "We have to kill it!" , I mentioned, she stopped and I glanced at her feet. She had slippers on, I had bare feet. Well, we can't step on it, I thought to myself. Then, it struck me! "I know! Mom, go into the garage and get the bug spray! It's on the metal rack!", I whispered it urgently to her position half way down the stairs. She gave me a look that obviously meant, I'm not going out to the garage because 1) I have slippers on, 2)you're closer, 3)it's your idea, and 4)I'm your mother. Quickly I added,"I'll go get the spray." Dashing into the kitchen, I slipped on my shoes- and ran back to the door. "Shh! All the noise is making him move!", my mom warned me. Quietly, I opened the door to the garage, and slipped out. I crossed the cold cement floor to the tall four shelf metal rack. On the top shelf was a varying assortment of cans. My eyes glanced over them, [i]spray paint, white lithium grease, Sta-Bil...then I turned around a green and yellow colored can to read the label. Wasp Spray -perfect, I thought. I rememebered when we had gotten this particular can of wasp killer, it was around a year and a half ago when there was a hornet nest near the roof of our shed. That was an interesting experience, watching my dad spray-run-spray-run-spray-run----repeat. I grabbed the can and went, ever so quietly, back inside. I showed my mom the can. "Wasp? Will that work?" "Of course it will! It says spiders on the back too..." I whispered back. I began down the stairs, taking it one step at a time, trying to place my feet in areas where it would creak the least. My eyes widened when I saw the black spot again, in my mind- it seemed to have grown. My mom asked, "Are you going to do it?" I took a deep breath, "We'll....do it....together." I was determened that the spider would die, no matter how hard fear stabbed at my heart. I was almost to the step where my mom was, three steps up from the spider. "I'd better do it, I'm not as afraid of them as you are." I said nothing, but quickly handed her the can. She inched her way down, until she held the can about two feet above the spider, and began the spray. Now, I know how my mother is, and I predicted what would happen. I figured that she would get, semi-close (two feet) and then begin to spray frantically, missing the spider and then spraying it all over the bottom step. I was right- it happened exactly as I thought. "Here, give it to me! You're missing it!!"I said as I took the can. "It's moving!! It's coming up the stairs!!!!"She frantically breathed. My eyes widened, it was coming up the stairs? IT was coming for me!- I got a hold of myself once I realized that it couldn't possibly climb the stairs, and that it was indeed crawling the other direction. It had to die! I knew that, and I mustered up my courage. With the spray in one hand I got about 1 foot about it and sprayed. I sprayed with all my might, until- there was a nice little puddle of spray around the spider. "Good", my mom metioned as she walked into the laundry room and began working. I continued to stare at the spider, expecting it to leap up and be alive again. Then....it did. "Ahh! Mom! It's not dead!!" I pushed on the top of the wasp spray and began to spray again. It began to move it's legs. I sprayed. It began to walk. I sprayed even more! Then, I sprayed at an angle and it got flipped on it's back. I sprayed yet again. I heard my mom from the other room, "Ruthie, that spray probably doesn't work on spiders! Do you know how old it is?" I was determinded to kill it, even if the spray was old- the spider couldn't have the upper hand forever. Finally, after 30 seconds of spraying, it lay still. My mom said, "It's dead." and reached for the broom beside her to sweep it into the trash. "No! It might not be!", I warned her- still staring at the black curled up form. "Ruthie- it's dead." "It might not be, mom!! She took the broom and sweeped it over the spider, part of it was now smashed into the cement. Finally, I knew it was dead. I began to walk up the stairs, when I glaced back- and saw a 'Daddy-long-legs' spider in the corner. I uttered a gasp, then I whirled around and began to spray it with the wasp spray. It's probably it's partner in evil....it's ...evil apprentice.., I thought. Then, I came upstairs- and continued to be a bit paranoid about dark corners and under things for the next half hour. ---- Also, I have a Myspace now, it's http://www.myspace.com/mj_skywalker If you want to blame 3 websites for my busyness- blame: http://www.facebook.com http://www.thetoo.com http://www.myspace.com 
Sorry guys- but I do indeed prefer Myspace to Xanga....it's easier... So, that's all for now, because- I'm hungry and I'm going to go make myself dinner! |
