Thursday, August 6, 2015

The Spider Chronicles - Return of the Ninja


Since it would be really boring for me to say, "I killed a spider," I write crazy stories instead.  Highly embellished, but sprinkled with truth, this is the first installment of the Spider Chronicles for 2015. Enjoy.


Since moving into my new place, I've been lulled into a sense of complacency regarding the spider ninjas I normally encounter.  I've seen a few lower-level scouts, but none that can compare to my former residence.  All that came to an end two Fridays ago when I went downstairs to take a shower. 

I was minding my own business, like I normally do, when something in my field of vision caught my eye.  I glanced up at the top of the shower surround and noticed two legs suspended in mid-air above the shower wall.  After staring intently at the legs for a minute, I determined that they were not moving and concluded that the spider was dead. Continuing my shower, I looked up at the legs every couple of minutes and was relieved to find their position unchanged.  

I stared extra intently when I was about to wash my hair, since my eyes would be closed for the duration, making me vulnerable to attack.  I washed my hair with lightning speed; soap suds and water flying everywhere.  When I was done, I quickly looked up:  the legs…had…moved.

I shut off the water and catapulted out of the shower in 0.0001 seconds flat.  And then I heard it; high-pitched giggling coming from the top of the shower.  I looked up and saw two orange glowing eyes glaring at me.  It appeared to be a nemesis from the Yellow Sac order.

"Why were you playing dead?  And what is that hanging around your neck?" I queried.

"That's none of your business!" he squeaked belligerently.  "And these? These are my headphones," he said as he yanked the tiny speakers from around his neck and jammed them on his ears.

"Oh yeah?  Why does a ninja need headphones?" I laughed.

"It's my workout music." he countered in a deadly whisper, yanking them back off his ears and cranking up the volume.  Straining really hard, I could just make out the lyrics to House of Pain's 1992 hit "Jump Around."

"Seriously?" I chortled.  "You're going to need better workout music than that if you think you can beat me.  I've killed the best!  I took down Kumonga, for Pete's sake!"  I rushed to the other side of the room and grabbed an implement of destruction.  I wasn't about to be bested by this amateur!

So I tried to kill him.  And missed!!!!!

That little sucker could jump up and down and move faster than a dog in a bacon factory!  And like the ninja he was, he vanished in a puff of smoke.  What a disaster!  I've been fighting spider ninjas since 2012 and have never missed a target.  Until now.  I searched and searched, but it was no use.  I finally started some laundry and trudged back upstairs in defeat, hoping that I had somehow hit my mark and only failed to find the body.

A short time later, I remembered that I needed some hangers for my laundry, so I went back downstairs, only to find that part of the basement floor was now a pond!  What in the world was going on?


Off in the distance, I heard some faint giggling and the obnoxious strains of "Jump around! Jump around!"  My worst fears were realized – a spider ninja had gotten away.





Wednesday, August 5, 2015

The Spider Chronicles 2013

Since it would be really boring for me to say, "I killed a spider," I have been writing crazy little blurbs when I kill one.  Highly embellished, but sprinkled with truth, the following are the Spider Chronicles for 2013.  Enjoy.

September 12, 2013
I shut off the shower, grabbed a towel, and looked down to see a hairy spider come scuttling toward me. I asked him if he knew who I was. He said that he had heard legends about me, but legends were made to be disproved. 

So I killed him. I may be naked, but I'm not defenseless.

October 8, 2013
As I was frantically rushing around the kitchen this morning getting ready for work, a spider suddenly came moonwalking out from under the stove singing in his high-pitched voice, "Billy Jean is at my door. She's just a girl..." He froze mid-step. I looked at him. He looked at me and squeaked, "HEE-hay," while busting a move.

So I killed him. It was too early in the day to witness a spider grabbing his crotch.

October 12, 2013
Spiders come in 3 sizes in my new home: medium, large, and….Kumonga. (http://youtu.be/Mo0jNw9LFLU) I have only had to battle Kumonga once, a few months ago, and I hope to never have that displeasure ever again.

Late last night, after entering the bathroom and searching the perimeter, (as I always do now since the spider ninjas like to ambush me there) I spotted one of the large beasts on the wall. He wore a hooded black cape and only his glowing yellow eyes could be seen. 

Unlike the medium ones, who like to sing and dance, the large ones prefer to stare silently. I immediately went on the defensive and demanded to know what he wanted. In a soft, deadly voice he said, "Your liver. With some fava beans and a nice Bordeaux."

So I killed him. I have zero tolerance for a spider who can't even quote a movie line correctly.

October 28, 2013
I walked into the bathroom and noticed a piece of fuzz on the floor. Then I squinted intently and realized it was a miniature version of the spiders that are normally trying to ambush me. His eyes darted nervously to me and then back to the floor.
So I interrogated him, "Do you sing and dance?"
"No!" His voice was high-pitched, like fingers on a chalkboard.
"Do you quote movies?"
"No!"
"Well, what DO you do?" I was starting to get irritated.
"I tell limericks."
"Oh?"
"Oh yes!" he squeaked. "There once was a lady in the shower, whose…"

So I killed him. There's nothing worse than a dirty peeping spider.