So this link has been sitting near the top of Karl's blog the past couple of days (always makes me cringe a little when I forget and pop it up at work...not exactly work safe, but I think the new job might be reasonably tolerant). But no big deal from a creepiness perspective. It's just a picture.
I get home from Marie's farewell party tonight and spend a good two hours alone in the house, IM-ing with Circe, playing Yahoo games, and generally doing nothing. And when the family gets home, the first thing I hear is "So did you see the tarantula in Liam's room? We're taking care of it for a whole week!"
Wuh-wuh-wuh-wuh.....brrrrrrr. I was alone in the house with WHAT?!
I'm not afraid of things like spiders and snakes during the day, when I'm awake. But every once in a while I get these things called night terrors, where I go stark raving ballistic in my sleep over something imagined in my bed. Usually a very big spider, but sometimes a lizard or a snake or a rat. I'll jump up, turn on the light, rip all the covers off and start shaking them out (you wouldn't believe how much this pisses off Gina to be awakened like this), and it'll take me a few minutes before I can be convinced it's just a dream.
So tonight I think I will sleep in the car. I don't even think Gina will miss me, to be honest.
*giggle* Oh, Ray. Just pet the little spider and make her your friend. ; )~