Oh Mister Bluebird on my shoulder . . .
except wait, it wasn't a bluebird.
See this past week has been weird.
I work up Wednesday morning and did my makeup and hair a bit to try getting ready for the day and after a good fifteen minutes of being awake and walking around I looked at my shoulder only to see this:
Well being me I just grabbed it and threw it into the sink to let it die
wondering where on EARTH it came from.
Then this morning I joined my roommate Ashley in my room for breakfast and lo and behold
There was a spider double the size of the one on my shoulder
just chilling on my bedroom floor.
I promptly squished it with some lecture notes.
TWO in one week.
I am glad that they don't scare me. . .
But now I guess I need to clean and vacuum my room . . . drats.
Anyway . . . Oh mister spider on my shoulder . . .