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....
Oh yeah and Okinawa has millions upon millions of mosquitoes year round so flies don't even bother me now in the U.S. because I'm also an expert at predicting fly movements and my trusty flyswatter! [Now I'm nostalgic