Shower cleaners have done me much good ever since I learned how to use them. The scenarios I will describe them showcase shower cleaners as my knight in shining armor are more recent to now than to when I actually learned how to use it-here goes.
Scenario 1:
I don't actually remember how long ago this was, but I know it wasn't more than, say, a year and a half ago. *ahem* You know how sometimes when you go to bed, you have every intention of sleeping and waking up early, right? However, your body thinks, "Hey, I'm going to mess with [insert your name here]'s mind and refuse to go to bed". Thus you are stuck staring at the dark ceiling for...say....three hours.
Such was a night of my adventures, except it wasn't 'stare at the ceiling', it was 'wake up and fall asleep and wake up and fall asleep x5. So, when I woke up for the third time, I had to go to the restroom. When I was done I went to the sink to wash my hands. As I looked up I saw an evil-looking reddish brown spider sliding down its web string.
Now, if you don't know, I'm extremely arachnophobic. I blame this on my sister, who is scared to death like I am. I guess, indirectly, I could blame it on one of her friends, who caused her fear. Anyway, I CANNOT KILL SPIDERS BECAUSE THE SCARE THE LIVING POO OUT OF ME. Not that poo is alive, I just needed a synonym for sh-you know what I mean.
Thus, I slowly backed away from the spider, keeping direct eye contact, as I believe this to be 'Hey, man, I'm frickin scared right now, but I TOTALLY. RESPECT. YOU. so don't attack me and kill me okay?' The spider of course can't receive my thoughts, but I believe it can because I'm me.
Normally I just ask one of my parents to kill the spider, but as both were asleep I couldn't just scream, "SPIDER! CAN SOMEONE KILL IT?!" because that would be EXTREMELY rude and inconsiderate. The matter was up to me. I also couldn't just leave the spider there, because then I really wouldn't be able to sleep knowing there was a frickin spider on the loose.
So, I grabbed the shower cleaner (which we hadn't replaced for several years, so it was pretty much just foam on the bottom) and thought 'Hey, this contains chemicals, it could kill spiders.' When the spider reached the sink, I aimed and fired pure chemical foam at the spider. I thought that would be enough, because I watched the spider in the foam for several minutes before its legs started twitching. At the first twitch I nearly had a spastic seizure due to 'Oh no I thought I frickin killed you OH NO LORD HAVE MERCY'. Therefore I sprayed it more, until finally coming to the realization that the spray itself would not kill it. No, this spider was resilient (which I applaud it for, suggesting it scared the crap out of me).
Finally, I got so paranoid that I just bashed the spider with the bottom of the plastic shower cleaner bottle. (Tiffany: 1 Spiders: 0) I did a little victory dance, because it sure as heck wasn't coming back alive.
Now, I had every intention of cleaning it up. Seriously. I am a responsible person and was meaning to................
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but I couldn't.
It was just too freaky, and I was already tired and unstable, so I wrote a sign for my dad asking him to clean it up in the morning-by the way I left the bottle on top of the spider should its spirit come back. I taped the sign on the mirror.
Oh, and BY THE WAY he wasn't mad that I had left the spider to sit there the rest of the night, he was actually REALLY PROUD OF ME for killing the spider. He said I 'killed it good' because it was all dried up. EW. >.<
Scenario 2:
This'll be shorter.
Actually, this took place tonight. I was taking a shower (again) and when I looked up a spider was sliding down its web (again). Luckily I was towards the end of my shower, so I hopped out. When I was all dressed in my comfy pajamas I grabbed the shower cleaner (again, and by the way we have replaced it, it's full now) and sprayed the heck out of it. The spider (which was actually really really tiny) got full blast of my wrath/fear. Then, it got encased in a drop, because the spray adhered it to the hangers behind the spider. It fell into my shower basket, which is where I keep my Happy Hippy shower gel, and then I used water to flush it out into the drain. I felt proud (again) but no one was really there to witness my act of bravery/cowardly....ness.
See, so shower cleaners will always be my best friends. When I grow up I'll always have some around. Thank you, magical inventor people. The shower cleaner was a great invention. :)
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