fubar with postwar miracles

Maybe the effed-up spider dream was a portent...since I just found a brown widow in my kitchen.

I smashed it with a sauce pot. >.>;; Sorry, spider admirers. The daddy long-legs and the little brown house spiders usually get scooped it and put outside, but I just couldn't take the chance that Starbuck would find it in the yard and get bitten. She's had allergic reactions to insect bites before. It's not pleasant for any of us.

And now I feel all itchy and like things are crawling on me.

(icon choice because of smashy smashy)