bliumchik | (no subject)

Wednesday nights my brother's under the care of my grandma, with me in assistance for bath-wrangling and technology. Yesterday my grandma called me into the bathroom, where he'd just finished cleaning his teeth, and pointed out, oh hey, a MASSIVE SPIDER on the bathroom wall. About... well, maybe not the size of my hand, but definitely the size of Timmy's. FAT HAIRY SPIDER AUGH. So I went and got the bug spray. It had a picture of a fly on it, so I wasn't convinced it'd be too effective on this monster, but it was all we had. Gran and Timmy evacuated the bathroom and I took a deep breath, aimed the nozzle and sprayed for all I was worth. "Hey!" grumbled the spider, and took off across the wall, followed by my jet of noxious fumes. I shepherded it away from the towels, coating most of the wall in bug spray, and the fucker STILL. WOULDN'T. DIE. Finally it sort of winced and fell down the wall. Onto the toilet paper. Which it then used as cover. I managed to cover the toilet paper roll in spray as well, but I finally got the bastard onto the floor, where it twitched and wriggled horribly. At that point I felt sort of sick and let my gran come in and finish him off by crushing.

Then we had to ventilate the bathroom because it smelled like bug holocaust. Today it rained all day. These things are unrelated, although the inexplicable cold snap may have to do with why the poor wee bastard was sitting on my bathroom wall.