Happy Monday morning, everyone!!
The week has barely begun and already my radness is coming to the fore. Just then, one of the ad reps came in here (the room where we rocking journos work) asking whether anyone was afraid of spiders. There was a big huntsman spider in the kitchen and she was too scared to kill it. Now I don't like spiders, but I'm not frightened of them so I grabbed my trusty stiletto and ventured forth into the kitchen. There was the eight-legged beast up on the wall but a couple of whacks from my (very elegant, black patent leather) shoe slowed it down. It fell to the ground, my colleague squealed, frightening me, so I yelled too while the maimed spider writhed on the floor. A few more strikes from my weapon, the shoe, and Spidey was well and truly deceased. I gingerly picked him up in a wad of paper napkins and dropped him to rest in the rubbish bin.
I am brave like warrior!
Teegstar
PS. I apologise to any animal lovers out there who may have been offended by the graphic detail in which I recounted this story.