I used to live above a bookies, and despite being repeatedly told not to, their staff would stand outside the front door to smoke, so the smoke went into my living room. Anyway.
I clapped a plastic box over one of those huge arachnids one evening, and asked the convenient visitor (not phobic, unlike me) to remove it. Usually we tipped them out of the bathroom window but before I could explain he'd opened the (creaky) sash window and tipped it out of the living room window.. straight onto the head of the smoker below. There was an amazing scream - she could be in Hammer Horror revivals.
For times like you describe I suggest the movie "Hidden Figures" - powerful telling of the true story of black women human computers at NASA, before electronic computers
Why did you try to stick 2 slices of corned beef together on the ceiling? The only way to squash a spider with corned beef is to stick them on the ceiling in 2 separate places so that at least one will hit. But just as it is in your writing, the timing must be perfect.
I used to live above a bookies, and despite being repeatedly told not to, their staff would stand outside the front door to smoke, so the smoke went into my living room. Anyway.
I clapped a plastic box over one of those huge arachnids one evening, and asked the convenient visitor (not phobic, unlike me) to remove it. Usually we tipped them out of the bathroom window but before I could explain he'd opened the (creaky) sash window and tipped it out of the living room window.. straight onto the head of the smoker below. There was an amazing scream - she could be in Hammer Horror revivals.
They all stopped smoking there.
For times like you describe I suggest the movie "Hidden Figures" - powerful telling of the true story of black women human computers at NASA, before electronic computers
Hope you feel better soon and that the chicken was ok.
Why did you try to stick 2 slices of corned beef together on the ceiling? The only way to squash a spider with corned beef is to stick them on the ceiling in 2 separate places so that at least one will hit. But just as it is in your writing, the timing must be perfect.
Ah, but the good thing about living alone is that there are no witnesses.
I hope your snottiness does the decent thing and buggers of PDQ. We can't have our favourite author being poorly!
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