Ewwww

I hate spiders. I screamed at the top of my lungs when I found this big old battle ox. I then proceeded to run upstairs, grab the broom, run back downstairs and kill it with the top of the handle. The dog was quite frightened by the turn of events and thought I would probably turn my rage onto him. Little did he know that the dog mom instinct in me just snapped and I felt more threatened for his safety than my own. Ah, motherhood.


This guy isn't going up my spout,

P. Manolos