chaobell | Sorry.

Dear squished remains of huge* spider who just thought it would be cute to take a stroll on the ceiling right over my head:

Listen, guy–I try very hard to be tolerant of your kind. I know you eat bugs I like even less than you, and this being fruit fly season and all, I’d really like you to stay around and do your thing. All I ask is that you stay the fuck out of my personal space.

This includes the ceiling directly over me. Especially when you’re kind of dancing around up there like you’re thinking about rappelling down right onto my head.

Sorry I smooshed you with a broom, dude, but you know the rules.

Regretfully,
Me

*okay, not like huntsman-huge or anything, but huge enough that I don’t want it on me

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