Summers come with a fucking fanfare of bugs and insects and flies and mosquitoes.
I have already spotted three baby spiders scampering about on the floor, on table tops and have successfully killed them all.
What I'm looking for is their momma, so I can roast her alive.
I mean women should stick up for each other and stand in unison and all that is fine, but this female of the species is traumatizing my life with little web spinning offsprings and is going absolutely unnoticed by the male member of this domus, and I'm beginning to think it's not very female friendly despite its egg bearing ability.
Death to this six legged witch then.
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