The other day I came into the kitchen and noticed that in the tupperware container we'd propped up against the knob on the radiator that drips water (yes, it's neat), but has remained empty for many weeks now, had a spider inside it trying to get out. "Ah ha! i see you've fallen into my trap" i said, and i promptly sprayed him with bug killer and he was dead where he lay.
The priceless lesson i learned is this: set up random tupperware containers around your house and you may trap your bugs in them.
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the downside to that, of course, is learning how many spiders and other interesting creatures really live in your house. I, for one, prefer the bliss of ignorance.
This post brought a question to my mind: Would rather be squished, crushed, and smashed, or would you prefer to be drenched in toxic fluids? hmmm...that's a tough one.
how are squished, crushed, and smashed different? Does crushed connotate a slower death? I don't know about the toxic fluids. He seemed to die pretty instantly so if that's the case, it might not be so bad. Maybe it tasted good? who knows. But don't try to make me feel guilty because I will if i think about it.
Yeah, i can't handle seeing a bug and not detaining it somehow. The other night i saw one on the wall above my pillow. I grabbed a tissue and tried to smash it but missed and it fell and i about had a heart attack. He-man Sean pushed the bed away from the wall in lightning speed, we spotted him on the floor and he lived no more.
the end.
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