Invasion of Privacy

Imagine that you are having one of those luxuriously sensual “Herbal Essence” moments. Encased in your shower, you are surrounded in a warm mist blazing the aroma of exotic fruit and floral petals. You run your fingers through your wet hair and as you do you slightly open one eye…

BAM!
A demonic gremlin of the arachnid social order has invaded your most private of sanctuaries.

Yes, this was my morning.

I screamed in fright and as I attempted to flee from the eight-legged menace, I slipped in the shower. My ninja-like reflexes caused me to take the impact on my elbow rather than my naked derrière. It was blow that will more than likely result in a massive bruise to serve as my medal of honor for exhibiting such bravery in the shower.

When I realized that the invader had me cornered I grabbed my epic bottle of shampoo and flung the culprit into the great unknown. Powee Sucka!

I'm too scared to go in that bathroom now.