She needs to come to my house and live in the bathroom. There are all these damn spiders in there. She could collect ’em and then there wouldn’t BE anymore of ’em and I could take a bath without worrying about the damn things
My bathroom has moths. They fly around and bump into me while I’m trying to lay back and relax.
Then one time I flicked one away too hard and smeared myself with yellow-green goo and moth-parts.
“@#$%$^&*!!! I. Came. Here. To. Get. CLEAN!!!”
What I was getting at, was that I would gladly put up a couple spider webs in the far corners of the ceiling myself if I could arrange it. Let the spiders eat the moths that actually bug me.
She might be interested in the giant wolf spider that would hang around in my room. Little bastard liked hanging out on the ceiling above my pillow when I went to bed. Did that for a week straight.
No, she needs to look into the Spider and Praying Mantis print bras from Victoria’s Secrets…
Kath can quit fretting. Those daisies have six petals each, not eight!
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