Day 116: Screaming In The Rain

I am screaming in horror, in complete and utter shock! How could it be that the world was so mean? I thought I was going to die to death, those filthy things; they did molest my outer shell. I should have foreseen such a trauma, for it did enter from the outside. But I was in denial, it's my bed base and it would/could never harm me. So this is how the unholy event from within imaginable horrors went down: I was there. I was picking my crusty sleep from my glaring eyes, praising myself for creating sleep of such gem-like quality. Yes I am proud. Then I saw it. Falling from the roof, riding the wicked air waves. Hand gliding the turbulence created by the sitting fan. Scouting out the lands that lye ahead. Before long, an army was descending upon me and my precious head! of course I screamed, what would any sane microbe do? I, however, had the decency to keep my gapping mouth closed the whole time. What if one got in there? Hideous baby spider were raining down, I had to run. Across the room I darted, but they were so fast. I wasn't going to make it. I panicked like a pickled gherkin. Squealing without the horror of opening up to them. I dived. Rolling I crashed through the door, right under them all. That was that. I was not in a mood to be reckoned with. Death to them all! And then I found it. A hairy biatch from another dimension, spawning hatchlings to torment our world. God she was ugly. She came out to greet my finger of doom and yet she didn't have the courtesy to shave her filthy legs! Rude, I say and so I came down upon her like her death babies had done to me. Raining down with spray, I tortured her malignant soul full of all things spidery evilness. DIE, DIE, DIE! And she did, eventually.

Wishy, Wishy You Sing To Me.