Today started off the same as most others do in that I dragged my size 12 butt out of my way past mediocre twin bed, brushed away the caked up eyeliner from the corners of baby browns and shuffled to the kitchen. It was there that I discovered a small army of sugar ants organized in cadence fashion marching from stove to fridge. Too tired to give a crap why this militia of ants had staged a march in, I swung open my refrigerator door. I smirked at the sight of those tiny black specks frantically running about. Suddenly, it was every little ant for themselves as they scattered to find refuge under counter tops and tile cracks. Sadly, my victory was short lived as I tossed my green tea back in the icebox and made my way to the bathroom to brush my teeth. It was there that I was fully thrust from my sleepy stooper. As I placed a more than the dentist recommended amount of fresh mint paste on my toothbrush there he was...all huge and furry, grasping at the slick edges of the sink...A SPIDER! It was in that moment I waved a white flag in surrender. Bugs 1, SV 0.
Until tomorrow...
-StrandedV.
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