in which she does the ridiculous dance of omg-there-might-be-a-spider-on-me

ok. i held back once. but i'll be damned if i didn't walk face first into that spider's web *again* on my way back with my clean laundry. i'm not sure which one of us is more traumatized -- me or the spider who was probably just getting things back to normal when along come this human face *again* to destroy her handiwork.

::shudder::

now all i feel are spiders on me.