auralpleasure

Wow. What an ordeal. Before I tell this story it should be made perfectly clear that I am very very afraid of spiders.

Following a viewing of Stormy's galleries which sped up my heartbeat, I went back into my room from the computer room to see a spider scurrying on my tacky orange dresser which froze me in my tracks. I scared it into moving in between one of the top drawers and the top of the dresser and it was wedged nicely in there, meaning it was going to be a pain to kill. To be honest, I didn't want to kill it and I really don't like killing things in general, but with bugs in the house, it's generally easier to kill them. I sat there on my bed trying to work up the nerve to kill it while every now and then cleaning off the end of my penis with a tissue. The spider did not move. I tried to startle it, but it still did not move. So, I decided that I was going to try to save it.
I took a pencil and figured out that the eraser fit nicely in that crack where the spider resided, so i put my clothes hamper where I thought the spider would fly out if i took the eraser and slid it along that crack. I did so, but instead of falling down into the clothes hamper, the spider flew and landed and stuck on the adjacent wall, more specfically the closet. I was astounded by this and thoroughly impressed. This spider was bad-ass and it had to live on. So, I rushed into the kitchen to get a piece of tupperware to trap it in and also got a thick stack of binder paper. I trapped the spider and put it outside, and I am still startled from it, but it feels good. I saw the spider scurry away into the night and I feel good about not killing it.

Here's to you, spidey!