My non-tragic life
Nov. 5th, 2006 09:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ninevirtuesFriday, I got all my stuff together for a bike ride: Bike outside the garage, pile of socks-shoes-insoles-jacket-helmet-gloves-glasses next to it.
I went back to the garage door (the one that goes from the garage into the house, I mean) and commenced monkeying with the garage door closer. It doesn't work very well, and unless you press the "door close" button like you Absolutely Mean It, it is as apt to decide that you really wanted to open the garage door, rather than close the door. In mid-close, too. It has been known to reverse direction several times.
So, I'm standing on the garage doorstep, monkeying with the door, when in through the open door marches The Largest Spider I Have Ever Seen In My Entire Life Outside The Zoo. I'm pretty sure that, if I could just stop quivering, I'd feel the earth shake a little when it takes a step.
Meeeeeeeeeeeeeep!
The spider ducks under the lawnmower. I keep futzing with the garage door. All I can think about is my bare, bare feet... what if the spider decides to make a run for the house?
I finally got the door closed, then took a barefooted detour around the FRONT of the car and out the side door to my bike (and, not incidentally, my socks and shoes).
Ride.
Back to the garage. Open the large garage door. I will not sleep well knowing that that... creature... is in the garage. But R is not here. He's in San Jose, ironically enough. I am the spider exterminator today.
Grab shovel. Move lawnmower. Dislodge enormous spider. Kerwhack! Shovel + Spider = Splat.
Done!
I went back to the garage door (the one that goes from the garage into the house, I mean) and commenced monkeying with the garage door closer. It doesn't work very well, and unless you press the "door close" button like you Absolutely Mean It, it is as apt to decide that you really wanted to open the garage door, rather than close the door. In mid-close, too. It has been known to reverse direction several times.
So, I'm standing on the garage doorstep, monkeying with the door, when in through the open door marches The Largest Spider I Have Ever Seen In My Entire Life Outside The Zoo. I'm pretty sure that, if I could just stop quivering, I'd feel the earth shake a little when it takes a step.
Meeeeeeeeeeeeeep!
The spider ducks under the lawnmower. I keep futzing with the garage door. All I can think about is my bare, bare feet... what if the spider decides to make a run for the house?
I finally got the door closed, then took a barefooted detour around the FRONT of the car and out the side door to my bike (and, not incidentally, my socks and shoes).
Ride.
Back to the garage. Open the large garage door. I will not sleep well knowing that that... creature... is in the garage. But R is not here. He's in San Jose, ironically enough. I am the spider exterminator today.
Grab shovel. Move lawnmower. Dislodge enormous spider. Kerwhack! Shovel + Spider = Splat.
Done!
