JumpingSpiderLady
Arachnobaron
- Joined
- Jul 29, 2016
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The war. It's been going on for longer than I can say. It's brutal. Unending. Many escape death, but not all are so lucky. But this isn't a story of war. This is a story of one battle. Be warned. It may not be for the faint of heart.
There I was, preparing myself for the night. Hoping to escape the waking nightmare facing me each day. I was in my small bathroom, but it soon became clear that I was not alone. The enemy was claiming our territory as thier own. My daughter uses this room! I will not give it up to them! I can't say for sure how many there were. A countless army of three or four. I was outnumbered. Even on my best days, they could outmaneuver me. All I had was my strength, my wits, and a towel. The odds were against me, but the battle was on.
As they encircled, I did my best to counter thier onslaught. Compared to the enemy's speed, my feeble attacks were nothing. I had to corner them. There were not only fast, but nimble! This was no easy task. I blocked off thier only escape route and my own as well. Each knew, we would not all be leaving here.
I made one strike after another, toothbrushes, toothpaste and soap flying across the room! At last, I was able to knock one to the sink! With a long blast of hot water, his warring days were over. Again and again, I attacked, to my dismay, beheading our beloved bobble head crocodile. But this isn't crocodile daycare! This is a battleground! Not allowing myself to stop and mourn, I pinned one! But she wriggled free! Sneaky devil escaped to where she knew I would not strike, the light fixture. But she was injured. Perhaps fatally. Thier numbers were beginning to dwindle.
To my dismay, my husband came in to make sure I wasn't dead and one escaped. There was at least one more in the bathroom with me, but where? I couldn't search forever. I had to complete my nightly regimen. I was about to shower, when one more appeared. A big one. Crafty too. She dodged one attack after another, mocking me, but her overconfidence proved her undoing, as at last, I was able to flick her with just a corner of my towel of war, knocking her to the tub below. Again and I again I smashed her without mercy! But she was a tank among flies, and would not die! Finally, I was forced to conduct a brutal twisting smash and it was over. She won't be there tonight to tuck her little maggots in to sleep....
There I was, preparing myself for the night. Hoping to escape the waking nightmare facing me each day. I was in my small bathroom, but it soon became clear that I was not alone. The enemy was claiming our territory as thier own. My daughter uses this room! I will not give it up to them! I can't say for sure how many there were. A countless army of three or four. I was outnumbered. Even on my best days, they could outmaneuver me. All I had was my strength, my wits, and a towel. The odds were against me, but the battle was on.
As they encircled, I did my best to counter thier onslaught. Compared to the enemy's speed, my feeble attacks were nothing. I had to corner them. There were not only fast, but nimble! This was no easy task. I blocked off thier only escape route and my own as well. Each knew, we would not all be leaving here.
I made one strike after another, toothbrushes, toothpaste and soap flying across the room! At last, I was able to knock one to the sink! With a long blast of hot water, his warring days were over. Again and again, I attacked, to my dismay, beheading our beloved bobble head crocodile. But this isn't crocodile daycare! This is a battleground! Not allowing myself to stop and mourn, I pinned one! But she wriggled free! Sneaky devil escaped to where she knew I would not strike, the light fixture. But she was injured. Perhaps fatally. Thier numbers were beginning to dwindle.
To my dismay, my husband came in to make sure I wasn't dead and one escaped. There was at least one more in the bathroom with me, but where? I couldn't search forever. I had to complete my nightly regimen. I was about to shower, when one more appeared. A big one. Crafty too. She dodged one attack after another, mocking me, but her overconfidence proved her undoing, as at last, I was able to flick her with just a corner of my towel of war, knocking her to the tub below. Again and I again I smashed her without mercy! But she was a tank among flies, and would not die! Finally, I was forced to conduct a brutal twisting smash and it was over. She won't be there tonight to tuck her little maggots in to sleep....