Last night I opened the back door and stepped in to a spider hatch. Opening the door tore apart the web sack that had kept them bundled, so they cascaded down the door and hovered in the air in front of me. I ended up torching most of them because otherwise they’ll end up in my computer and/or shoes. Both of those things annoy me, so I used Michelle’s creme brulé scorcher to make quick work of them. Heartless I know. And I’ve killed an excellent predator, but how do you feel when a spider comes out of the cracks between your keyboard and walks across your hand?
I thought so.
Don’t answer for me, bastard.
Yummmm, arachnobrulée.
ugh, thats gross! kill away my friend!
never had one crawl outta the keyboard before … plenty of them around my house right now as well … keep walking into webs at 5am as i’m stumbling around half-awake before work … always a pleasent wake-me-up!
Yeah – the webs on the dog walk suck. I’m not looking forward to that.