So this morning I noticed a visitor had moved into the room with my computer stuff, a big black widow. Seeing as how I was in a hurry I decided to wait until this evening when I could take my time and dole out a fitful death.
So as soon as I got home I went for the big gun…the SHOP-VAC-OF-DOOM. With nary a second though I powered up the turbo motor and aimed the lethal device at my target. In a few seconds the target was gone whirling into the the internal hell of the shopvac as her helpless body was torn limb from limb in the torrential force.
If that’s true, why am I still freaking out at balls of lint?