Thanks to a cleanse I’m currently wrapping up I’ve been riddled with extra time and energy. Not to say that I normally sloth about (Au contraire, I’m usually a hub of activity), but I tend to zone out on week nights if I actually find myself at home.
Normally when I get home after work (if I go home and not out somewhere, that is) I spend my evening eating, relaxing and preparing for the next days activities. Last night, however, I had ants in my pants so I figured I’d put my energy to good use and clean our two common bathrooms. As they say, Idle hands are the devils playground.
I set about cleaning with my Perfect Housewife gloves on and my trusty cleaning products at the ready. All went without incident on the main floor so I made my way to the basement to finish up.
While reaching for the toilet brush, I noticed a bit of a spiders web and a few minutes later saw the tenant crawling up the wall. Armed with a protective glove, I thought I’d man up and handle the situation myself – instead of just repeatedly bugging one of my roommates to kill it for me.
Glove on. Kleenex balled up. I am ready.
I squash the intruder and quickly go to drop the Kleenex in thee toilet but Sacrebleu! the glove was wet and the Kleenex was stuck to it! Sheer panic ran through my body as I frantically tried to separate the hopefully dead spider from my gloved hand.
I finally free myself from my (dead) tormentor and take a moment to catch my breath.
Bravery is exhausting.