*Scream of agony*. There's a spider that's loose in my room. I've become increasingly paranoid since I blew air onto it and it disappeared behind...somewhere :|

Speaking of spiders, I've told everybody about the weird thing with Chris B, right? If not, it's interesting enough to tell again.

Working one day, there was a bottle of Windex just sitting next to the bags at my cash. Chris was at the one next to me, and he was cleaning (as usual...that boy is always, always cleaning...); He reached for the bottle of Windex, and suddenly, he sort of freaks out. I turn around, puzzled, and he asks me "Oh. My. God. Tell me that is not a bug. Please...I hate bugs. Ugh, is that a bug?"

I raise an eyebrow and merely look at him like I was about to burst out laughing, because I was, "Um...no. That's a piece of dirt."

Chris: "Are you sure?!"
Me: "Yes. It's inanimate, and it has small specks of wood in it. I'm pretty sure it's not a bug. Cool yourself."

We'll call that incident 1.

In incident 2, we were also working together, as we somehow usually do, and this time, I freak out, because just as I was about to reach for a bag, a big, gray spider crawls out from God-knows-where. I totally scream (I tend to do that around creepy crawly things) and this time, Chris turns around with a puzzled look.

Chris: "What are you screaming for?!"
Me: *pointing to spider*That!!
Chris: "Oh...it's just a spider... *proceeds to wack and kill it.*"

Now, having learned about incident 2, incident 1 makes no sense... This guy is afraid and paranoid over a piece of dirt, but has no fear of spiders?

Intermolesting....

:: Emily 9:27 PM [+] ::