The Attack of the Spider

All has gone well since I wrote last, we arrived back from Florida in one piece and no one was too red, just brown. Michael, Adri and Steve have taken off for Nicaragua for six weeks and I am working for dad. Today Larry was digging out a foundation for a playground and toward the end of the day I had to put up the fence so no one would jump in the hole, or if they did we wouldn't be sued or blamed. As I was putting it up I failed to notice my footing and fell in the hole myself...only a blonde right. However my story is pointing in one epic direction...tonight I decided to take my monthly shower (so just kidding, I take one yearly...jk) and so I went downstairs to prepare to shower and wash the dirt off myself. As I did I went through the usual routine, you know, brush the teeth, turn the water on etc...it was then that I stepped in the shower and just as I was about to step under the steady stream of water I saw a movement on the shower curtain. I froze. Slowly I turned my head and looked again .There he was, all eight legs and nasty body. At that moment I realized I was trapped, no where to turn but the wall. I couldn't just spray him into the tub as he was in between the two curtains and I was seeing him through the clear covering. To shake the curtain would result in me setting him free somewhere on the bathroom floor and at his speed he could easily end up in my pjs. With quick thinking I did the only thing I knew to do...scream really loud. Of course no one came which was ok as I was standing in the shower. Keeping an eye on him I quickly bolted out of the shower and grabbed my towel and screamed again. No answer, dad was playing backgammon and mom was talking to Evan on the phone. The phone! I reached down as mom had just placed a phone in the bathroom earlier and picked it up. "Charlee whats all the screaming about?" She says in a very drone voice. "A spiiiidddeer on the shower curtain, kill now I can't." I hear her sigh and then "Ted go kill the spider for Charlee" They weren't coming. Alas, I was alone in the bathroom with a spider. This was a battle to the death, the good times were almost over for one of us. I looked around and assumed my battle weapon, a slipper. Aiming carefully I sought to cast him into the shower and in turn he would go down the drain...I aimed carefully and threw the slipper...and missed. The slipper ended up in the shower but the little son of Satan only advanced closer...I screamed again...no one cared...this was a battle I was alone in, no allies. It was just me and him. I grabbed the other slipped and flicked him onto the ground, he scurried as fast as his eight little legs would carry him and tried to hide by the toilet it was there that the little bugger met his fate as the slipper came down hard, repeatedly, on his icky body. Finally, I was able to shower in peace, another great conquest...now I'm waiting for his brothers and sisters or maybe Charlotte to come and carry my body away in the night. Ya, I hate spiders...can you tell?