Spider Wars

*Me, cleaning the bathroom while Lincoln naps, humming happily for being productive for once*

 After cleaning the counters and mirrors and scrubbing la toilet, the only thing left was mopping the floor that very, very badly needed it (I'm not a great housekeeper). So, I lifted up the rug and . . .

  So, I grabbed the nearest weapon at hand. Windex.

  One of my old college roommates had told me that Windex kills spiders. Or was it perfume? Either way, I Windexed the CRAP outta that friendly neighborhood spider.

  At first, it appeared to work. He curled up in a tiny ball and stayed still. . . DEATHLY still. And then. . .

At that point, I thought maybe it WAS perfume that was the spider-killer, so I grabbed some of that.

 My old roomie was  misinformed, apparently, though. This time the spidey seemed to take me more seriously, and he tried to make a run for it. So I had no choice but to run, screaming for the actual bug spray.

  So, I sprayed the shenanigans out of the spider until it curled up once again. Then I watched it for five minutes to make sure it didn't get back up again. Because I know the meaning of "dedication".

  With great relief, I finally commenced mopping. And then. . .

  And that, my friends, is how the spiders won the battle today. But I will win the war. Once McKay comes home and wields the Wadded Toilet Paper of Justice.