Las Vegas is full of creepy crawly things that sneak into your apartment and hide in your shoes. Utah is full of spiders. Really, I'm having a hard time deciding which is worse.
I've recently become introduced to the Twitter world and while most of what I follow revolves around pictures of cats and celebrity gossip I do indulge in the intellectual side of things and follow a couple interesting facts sites (are they considered sites or should I call them people?) Daily, more often hourly, I'm offered random bits of trivia. I love it. I love it except when I read things like,
"At all times, no matter where you are, there is a spider within three feet of you."
That's cool. I'm pretty much a huge fan of spiders.
Nope.
That's a lie.
I hate spiders. They have more legs than me and way more eyes and I'm just not okay with that.
Saturday night, Matt and I became Spider Killers. Together we massacred about a million little arachnids in my teenage bedroom where we've been staying. Let's just say I spent most of the night worrying I was going to be carried away by a spider mob while sleeping. Prayers and crossed fingers for our safety would be appreciated.
Still alive and breathing for today at least,
Cami