Another day, sans spider.

There was no repeat of yesterday morning, which was somewhat of a relief. I haven't seen our hairy friend since yesterday morning, but someone who bears a striking resemblance to him decided to visit the toilet. Bro bravely took on the mantle of Man Of The House and escorted him outside. I went to investigate my room yesterday, and found it completely spiderless. I was armed with a broom, and damn. You have no idea how much more empowered you feel until you have a way of dealing with spiders while being five feet away from them. I'm much more confident about them in general now, but I'm still opening drawers and doors and boxes and cupboards warily, because I'm sure there is a Spring Coiled Ninja Attack Spider behind one of them. It's just one of those things.

The only other thing I did today was go over to see the cats, who almost chewed my legs off. I forgot to feed them yesterday. *is ashamed* (But in my defence, I had to wait at home most of the day for the bed and the oven man to come. Both are fixed now, btw. And I spoil the fuzzbuckets more than I should, and they are not going to die of starvation any time soon.) I walked home instead of catching the train, and it was nice. Along one stretch of street, it was almost silent apart from the wind in the trees and half a cicada buzzing mournfully in the gutter.

Yes, half a cicada. As in 'has no lower body but is still alive' cicada. I was going to put it out of its misery, but the buzzing must have been the poor thing's death throes, because it went quiet. Damn birds.

And I've just been reorganised my lj memories. Now I have a chance to actually find something! Huzzah!

*goes back to reading metaquotes*

Ooh! And Happy Turkey Day to the people who are celebrating it! If like me you are not, Happy Day! We need an annual Happy Day...