Picture it:
An apartment full of girls and a spider in the kitchen. Can you visualize the situation?
Jenna: *Squeals*
Me: What? What is it?
Jenna: *SQUEALS*
Me, racing for the kitchen: What is-- Oh! Ohhhh! OH! KILL IT!
Jenna: I can't!
Me: KILL IT!
Jenna: I can't! *Squeal* Grab me something!
Me, throwing Ellie's shoe at Jenna: Here's a shoe! SMASH IT!
Jenna: No! Not a shoe! Grab some tissues! Hurrrrry!
Me, running for the tissues: You're gonna smash it with your hand? Are you kidding me?
Jenna: No! Not tissues, I mean the box! Quick!
Me: You can't smash it with the box!
Michelle, dazedly confused, walks into the kitchen: What is it?
Jenna and I: SPIDER! KILL IT! KILL IT!
Me, pushing Michelle toward it: Hurry, it's crawling up the cabinet!
Jenna: *Squeal*
Michelle, taking a tissue and nonchalantly pushing said spider into the floor: There. All done.
Jenna and I, out of breath, hearts racing: PHEW.
Five minutes later
Jenna: Now I'm paranoid. I'm going to call someone tomorrow to have them check everything out.
HAH. And Jenna always acts so badass. All it takes is a little critter to show one's true colors!
ReplyDeleteha. I love my roommates.
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And to think, I had just thanked God in my prayers before this incident for giving me such great/hilarious roommates because of Jenna's story. Well, I guess I'll have to thank Him even more tonight.
Enjoy home!