So, it turns out that I wasn't getting bit by spiders in my sleep during the past two weeks. Two nights ago, or Monday night, I was standing in my kitchen waiting for the oven to be done cooking my frozen pizza, and I saw a mosquito flying through the room. I swiftly soared through the air like Micheal Jordan and with a booming clap that fucker was dead.
There was a good bit of blood left on my finger, along with remnants of a mosquito, and I figured that blood was once mine considering I'm the only one in my house who got bit a bunch of times. I haven't been bit since. The old bites stopped itching. I sleep in peace.
There was a good bit of blood left on my finger, along with remnants of a mosquito, and I figured that blood was once mine considering I'm the only one in my house who got bit a bunch of times. I haven't been bit since. The old bites stopped itching. I sleep in peace.