Greetings, my fellow Bluelighters. I'm a 28 year-old male, and I would describe myself as a weird person. I like weird people, in fact; I love the funny little idiosyncrasies that make us the way we are: human beings. I'm a nocturnal recluse with a bunker mentality, and I am terrified of moths and spiders. With winter drawing close (my favourite time of year; it's brooding and atmospheric), the damned arachnids are making their way indoors, and the only thing that allows me to cope with this nightmare invasion from hell is the knowledge I'm armed to the teeth. I walk through my home, armed with my prized Walther air pistol (feeling badass, If I'm totally honest), ready to fight for my very survival against these arachnid monsters.If I see one, I'm convinced it's out to destroy me; they look at me, I'm quite sure of it, waiting for the perfect opportunity to attack me when my guard is down. I feel bad about ending a life-form, but still I blow these critters away with enthusiasm; it's world war 3 in this place right now.
Collateral damage is a concern; the casualties include pictures, lampshades, walls, all with neat little pellet holes in them. Still, why buy bug spray when you can pack heat?
Collateral damage is a concern; the casualties include pictures, lampshades, walls, all with neat little pellet holes in them. Still, why buy bug spray when you can pack heat?