Late Night Visitor

So as I am brushing my teeth last night, getting ready for bed, I look up above my mirror and this little guy is crawling around my wall...

...At first I think, he's fine, let him hang out...I really don't want to kill it.

Then I think about the fact that we eat 8 spiders in our life in our sleep.

I really don't want to eat a centipede.

So I resolve to kill it. The thing is mighty active...scaling the wall in record time.

I watch him for a second and resolve that a shoe would be best.

I grab one of my (expendable) high heels and get to work.

The critter is so fast that I just get it moving faster away from me with the first whack.

He is now so close to the ceiling that I am going to have a hard time finding an angle.

I am now slinking across the counter to the other side of the bathroom-the little critter is fast!

I try one more time-and instead of a hit, I scare him into letting go of the wall. He tumbles down into the clutter on my counter-in between my hand towel and makeup bag.

I decide that the shoe I've chosen won't cut it. I run into my room, grab a cowboy boot, and get back to work.

I remove a makeup bag first-no dice.

Then I slide the towel off it's ring and the little creature goes running through my makeup. GROSS GROSS GROSS.

Somehow, the little guy ends up on the floor, where I proceed to smash him to bits with the cowboy boot. It takes a few tries, and when I am finally convinced he is dead, I survey the wreckage and realize my knuckle is bleeding.

All of that and I can't really write today because my knuckle is sore.

Should have left the little guy alone!