Ew...
You totally just snuck your way into my house,
Made yourself comfortable,
And now you're building a web underneath my coffee table...
As much as you freak me out with your
Discusting, hairy legs,
That scutter across the floor,
Your ugly fangs that would probably do no harm if you bit me,
I can't bring myself to squish you.
Or touch you, for that matter, so,
This is going to be an adventure letting you outside...
Nothing personal,It's just that you're in my living space.
Plus you're a creepy little freak
Who scares the living crap out of me...
Off I go to find a cup and some sort of flat object.
I'm extremeley lucky no one's here to witness this.
It's going to be far too entertaining for anyone to let me hear the end of it.
After about the third squeel and jump on the couch,
I finally get you outside.
And there was this moment.
Where I lifted the glass,
And you stayed there on my book
And looked me in the eye.(?)
But after about two and a half seconds
You drop eye contact.
As soon as reality sets in I toss you off the book,
Scream,
And run faster than Florence Griffith back into the house.
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