I have spider stories,I wasnt going to tell but, might as well - that's what this place is for.
Florida as we all know by now is the haven for all things deadly with 8 legs.My old apartment in Panama City was infested, INFESTED with some of the biggest hairiest kinds of Spiders in Florida that I've ever seen.They were about the size of the bananas,but didnt have the big-ass legs(I just did a search on spiders in Florida and didnt see it at all - looked kind of like a chilean recluse only bigger and hairy,so I dont know what the hell it is).
These things were agressive and would fucking CHASE you (yes, fuck off, I ran from them - you would too).
One of them was on the bottom of my stairwell one night - thank God I had the light on because he stood out like a pink flower at a Goth convention.I had some Raid Spider killer reserved in both bathrooms up and downstairs for such an occasion. I get the upstairs bottle and fucking let him have it.It doesnt move for a second then it runs right at me. I run upstairs get to the top and dont see anything because it blends in with the carpeting (FUCK!) so I mist the whole stairwell with Raid, and then i see him running up the stairs towards me. I've never heard of spiders ever doing that here in America.Anyways, I keep spraying , he keeps coming all the way to the top, and finally I just say, to Hell with it and do a flying stomp from the top of my washer/dryer combo(on which I jumped on top of when it got closer) and splatter him at the top of the stairs.Afer that I left for the night as I was almost ready to pass out from all the damn Raid in the house. I swear the Raid would've ended up taking me out before the spider if I'd have been in there any longer.
I had other run-ins with his buddies and sprayed them all at point blank with the Raid, and it didnt affect them one bit(yes, they chased me too, my thick-ass phonebook became 'Ye Old Faithful Spider Killer' in those dark days)
This apartment was so bad with these things to the point that they would just randomly pop up in your lap to say 'hello' at the most inopurtune of times.To which I would usually freeze like a rock,hold my breath, then break into a complete spasm of chaos to fling the spider from me.
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(yes, they chased me too, my thick-ass phonebook became 'Ye Old Faithful Spider Killer' in those dark days)




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