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Schrödinger's Pussy
Observing a box has never been this much fun
It's not dead until you check. 
5th-Apr-2007 04:04 pm
Ladybug
So, I'm sitting here, minding my own business when I see something dark making its way across the living room carpet. Thinking "Oh, I hope we don't have carpenter ants, I go investigate. Not an ant. And since it was at a distance, I also misinterpreted its size. Spider. Thick, with black and grey striped legs joining together in the middle with not much of a body.

sooooo...I grab a paper towel and a slipper and proceed to do a tap dance. On the carpeting. So...I think it's dead. It hasn't come out yet and it's been a few hours. So...it's maybe dead. I can't bring myself to check.

So I IM my husband:
Debra: We can figure out what to do with it when you get home.
Brian: umm, I was hoping it would be gone by then
Debra: I bet you were.

When it comes to Schroedinger's Spider, I get no compassion.
Comments 
5th-Apr-2007 09:07 pm (UTC)
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA D:
5th-Apr-2007 09:10 pm (UTC)
You understand my pain. *hug*
5th-Apr-2007 09:29 pm (UTC)
*cling*

It's Shelob! (It's always Shelob)
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5th-Apr-2007 09:17 pm (UTC)
I think I need to have an ax sitting next to the slipper when Brian gets home. Just to freak him out.
5th-Apr-2007 09:20 pm (UTC)
It was definitely part of our vows, albeit unspoken, that Mark is in charge of killing anything that crawls around out house that isn't our dogs. :-/

*shiver*
5th-Apr-2007 09:25 pm (UTC)
I'll trade you bugging wrangling duties. I'll come out and take care of all your spiders. You come annihilate the invading centipede hordes for me. Ewwwwwwwwwww! Centipedes!
5th-Apr-2007 11:06 pm (UTC)
DEAL!!!

Centipedes flush nicely...they think you're taking them for a poolside visit.

The spiders we have here will rear up on their creepy hind legs and waggle their front creepier feet at you, like they are saying "Bring it!"

*STOMP*
5th-Apr-2007 10:56 pm (UTC)
Ew ew ew!!! and some more EW!!!

Living alone with the kids has mandated that I am "she who kills (or chases) the creatures that don't belong in the house". We have strict rules: outside - we respect our many-legged friends inside - DIE DIE DIE

I don't want to pass on my tendency to get squicked by my duties to the kids, let them develop their own phobias, so I put on my poker face whilst performing said duties...however on the inside I am screaming like a little wussy-girl.


I LOVED the image of the tap-dancing. I could see it!
5th-Apr-2007 11:04 pm (UTC)
*tappity, tappity, shuffle, squish* Big finish *jazz hands*
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