MissFleece Posted October 11, 2015 Share Posted October 11, 2015 Okay, so lets start off by saying that I did NOT choose my house. My house was chosen by other people and given to me. I am not snubbing my nose at a gift! It's a nice house! Buuuutthe fucking basementLet me tell you.Have you ever seen one of those Michigan basements? The ones that aren't quite finished, with dirt all around? It's one of those.The hair on my neck stands up if I have to go down there, it's so spooky. The stairs are old and rickety, and it needs more work than I'm willing to give. It looks like something you'd shoot a scary movie in.But that's not the worst thing, See, since I'm too creeped out to go down there, I kind of quarantined it. If someone asks if I have a basement, the answer is fuck no. And that allowed the spiders to thrive.Now it didn't seem like too big of an issue, any time I needed to go down for a length of time, I'd throw a bug bomb down first and wait it out. And I know bug bombs don't disintegrate webs, I go down with a broom first to clear the way, but I felt it was rude this time to destroy living spiders' hard work. I forgot the bug bomb this time though...HUUUUGE ASS SPIDER WEBS, and I didn't notice they were there until they were in front of my face. Like, these things are so big, and they have egg sacs all over. God I'm still so grossed out. And I like spiders! I've had pet spiders. I don't know what's wrong with me. Fucking spiders. Why you gotta make big ass webs? Why not live in a corner or some shit, instead of claiming half my basement? 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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