there are a ridiculous amount of spiders in my basement. they have all come out of hiding as the furniture disappears this week.
i have killed one of the multitudes. a single spider. out of literally dozens. and i had to pep talk myself, and afterwards my heart was pounding and my hands were shaking.
the rest were taken care of by women much calmer than i. "got a shoe?" they would ask. smack.
does this make me a wimp?