Word of the Day:
piercingly loud; resembling a calliope in sound: a calliopean voice.
Now that I know what a calliope is (Google’s the best), let’s do this thing!
Her shriek was calliopean: “OHMYGOD. THERE’S-A-SPIDER! THERE’S-A-SPIDER-KILL-IT-OHMYGOD!”
A shoe went sailing towards the spider—and missed by a full three feet. She scrambled backwards, pulling off her other shoe to launch. “OHMYGOD-KILL-IT! SOMEONE-KILL-IT!”
She failed even more miserably the second time.
At this point, her situation was thus: she was barefoot, defenseless, and unarmed against the spider. She looked around, panicked, for anything to use against the arachnid…there! The hornet spray.
Desperately, she scrambled for the can, threw the whole thing at the spider, and ran inside. She would never know that she missed: the spider lived.
Confession: This. Sort of isn’t fictional. Meaning that it happened to me almost exactly like that. Except that I actually sprayed the thing with hornet spray and am quite sure that it died. Also, my shoes were too hard to get off, so I didn’t throw them…
…Catharsis in writing, amIright?