While we were watching a movie Mark let out a sudden scream of sheer terror. Running across the room a spider (which was approximately the size of a small dog) was heading straight for him. After a panicked scream of “Spider! Big spider!” Mark realized that Mack wouldn’t be able to save him in time and thus threw his tile coaster and managed to direct hit and, ultimately, kill the spider.
After Mack removed the corpse the following conversation occurred:
Mark: I’m sorry Mack that I killed that spider. It was hauling ass towards me.
Me: With death in his eyes.
Mark: Exactly. Now where exactly did it come from you think?
Me: The depths of hell itself.
Mark: Well I sent it straight back there!
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Hon,
I am a 36 year old University student still struggling to make an adjustment to the adult world.
Keep your chin up and enjoy the journey.
Thanks.
Where does this ‘don’t kill the spider’ thing come from? I tried to learn him up better than that! It must be because it’s hard to skin them and they don’t make a good soup. Anyway, I recently read that anywhere you are, odds are that you are within six feet of a spider. Seems like plenty to me.
Ugh, I have no idea where he gets it from then Lynda! It serves Mark and I well since he at least gets rid of those nasty creatures and away from us but letting them crawl on his leg and allowing them to live? Purely evil and disgusting. He was really disappointed when he found out I was going around the basement with the vacuum sucking up spiders instead of letting them live.
And after reading the six inches statement I admit I looked around the room and tensed up. Thanks for them.