Today I braved the webs and nests of a zillion orange, spiky spiders who are now
plotting under a rock, the details and machinations of my imminent demise.
I hate yard work and see it as mostly completely unnecessary, but my landlord bitched me
out last time I didn't rake leaves and pull the weeds.
I guess it really would be much better if the whole goddamned world was paved with immaculate, nuke-green
lawns at the cost of bazillions of gallons of fresh water.
Anyhow, I'm writing a song for the new Bloodfreak called "Night of the spiders/Day of the flies"..
and I think I have my inspiration now.
I swear to all that is holy, I was out there about an hour, my nose started itching a bit, got stuffy..
I forgot about it because I was busy, sweating and generally uncomfortable anyhow...
After I finished and came in, I went to the bathroom to wash off.. was compelled for some reason to
blow my nose in the sink (I know, gnarly). Well, imagine my surprise when I examined what shot out my nostril
and discovered a mass of tiny spider guts and legs.
It wasn't this spider, this was just the biggest, hairiest bastard I could find, and he stayed still. Click pics for enlarged views.