The company I work for recently renovated and built on like a trillion dollars worth of stuff, and back in November I moved into my new office. It's beautiful and wonderful and I appreciate my space very much. I've got lots of windows and a great view and I decorated it up so that it says "Amy". I'm happy in my little corner of the professional world.
And aside from the naughty co-worker who likes to come in here to eat snacks and leave crumbs around (and you know who you are!), I haven't had a problem one since I moved in.
That is until here recently when the weather got a little nicer and bugs started hatching. Me and both my neighbors have noticed lady bugs wandering around on our windows and the ledges. In fact, I'm looking at a dead one right now. (Is that my responsibility, or the cleaning crew?) Anyway, the lady bugs and I have reached an agreement. They don't bother me, I don't bother them. Plus, they're kinda cute in a "springey" sort of way. (right, mom?) So technically I'm counting them as decoration.
But today... I was just sitting here, minding my own business, when the Jaws theme song started playing. What the?! I glance around, left shoulder, then right, but can't perceive any danger so I get back to work.
Dun dun... dun dun... dun dun dun dun DUNNNN!!!
AAAHHHHH!!! There's a giant spider in here and he's coming right for me!! I panic and IM my aforementioned co-worker "friend" to ask her to come help me and kill him. She not-so-politely declined.
Crap! But he's got a knife and he's flying gang colors! (Not to mention he brought his own boom box to play scary music just to intimidate me.)
She still refused to help.
So I grab my box of Kleenex and try to sneak up on him even though I'm making noises that if I could spell would look like: eeeaaakkkiiiicckkkkeeewwwwww!!! But then the little sucker pulls out a Houdini move and starts to hang glide down the side of the wall between my desk.
Double crap. I am NOT sticking my arm down there to be hacked off by his machete. So I wait. We eyeball each other. And I wait some more.
Light bulb! I'll pretend to go back to work and act like I'm not guarding my tasty bag of Gardetto's. And sure enough! The little jerk climbs his way back out of the hole and I smash the crap out of him.
Amy: 1, Spider: 0.
But seriously? Who are we not paying to exterminate this place??
When you were little and your older cousins wouldn't kill them, you had no fear! You'd "squish 'em like a bug", as our saying goes. I'm glad the brave little girl in you came back out! (and I would have left the "e" out.HA!)
ReplyDeleteIn my own defense, I was skeered!!!! Spiders skeer me! I can barely kill spiders in my apt without getting panic attacks so I wouldn't have been much help.
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