Ick

I had a slightly traumatic evening the other day. It was about 10 pm and I was puttering about the house getting ready for bed when I noticed my cat staring at the ironing board in a most unusual way. I walked towards her to check it out but couldn't see anything out of the ordinary. Still, she kept staring even meowing to get my attention. So I crouch on the floor and look up to get the kitty eye view of the situation. Sure enough, sitting on a clothing hanger was the biggest, nastiest spider. Before I had a chance to process the horror my cat lunges towards the board and of course manages to tip the entire thing on the floor, more specifically on me. I let out the most blood curdling scream and did my "ewww I might have bugs crawling on me" dance. My cat still in hunt mode is circling the area to find the spider and I am dying realizing my dilemma.

1. It's time for bed but I can't sleep with this crawling in my room.

2. What if it somehow lodged itself in my hair?!?!.

3. The boy is not home tonight so either I will have to slay this beast or hope that my cat will find it and torture it death. Ick!

After wasting a half hour scouring my room I finally spied the arachnid on the wall, smushed it with copious amounts of toilet paper, and flushed it down the toilet. You see it's critical to flush creepy crawlies to make sure they are dead. You don't want them climbing out of the trash when you're not looking. Sigh.

In other random news. What the hell happened to Nick Nolte.