Denial

Feb. 7th, 2013 01:15 pm
charisstoma: (spider5 looking at you)
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Title: Denial
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 628


Silently he regarded the small ball of creamy white. She’d positioned it up in the corner. He’d really have to reach if he wanted to remove it, that or get a broom and considering what a broom might do breaking open the tenderly wrapped contents… Vacuum would be better… IF he put a pest strip in the bag. Digging deep into the well of denial, he decided to wait and see, after all they’d be small at first, easier to kill.

Little dots scrambled when he found them. As long as they weren’t in his immediate vicinity or likely to be he ignored them as best he could. They’ll take care of those gnats in the water of the bath drain when those little flying pests hatched out. He hated those for they seemed to think noses and eyes were places to visit, crawling over sensitive skin seeking access to moist places. The tiny webs were almost unnoticeable in comparison.

There were small desiccated bodies left behind. It was a small price to pay to sweep those up off tile floor and on window sill where they’d been dropped. Littering wasn’t the prerogative of humans only, it seemed. The amused little voice that poked self fun at him snorted that he’d be much more worried if the small corpses started appearing in the bathroom wastebasket only. At least he knew they were working for their rent and that they were eating well. The paranoid thoughts of what they would eat instead if nothing else was available, he strictly fended off.

Insect detritus was less in evidence lately, he vaguely noticed. The webs were fewer too. Fat, well fed bodies could be plainly seen lurking up in the corners even without his glasses clearing the mists of myopia. Those mists had protected him, the paranoia problem was starting to rap firmly on his consciousness in warning. He moved his things further along the sink counter away from the perceived apparent threats.

Then came the day when there were only two, the hungry victors facing off, eyeing each other. It shouldn’t be that he could feel them watch him, their eyes were many and complexly arranged which should not lend themselves to giving the impression of weighing up prey. A frisson of unease chilled his back. Tomorrow he’d buy the pesticide bomb, he told himself. Today wasn’t possible for a foray for such a purchase, he had a full schedule to contend with.

The police first pounded on the door then when no answer came then broke in the door.
“Mr. Alexander? Police, Mr. Alexander. Your School called concerned that you’ve been absent.”

A gasp came from the first officer, “Here! He’s in here!,” he called out dragging his firearm out.
“Looks like he’s been dead since the first day they reported him missing. He pretty hollow looking. Better bring an extra canister of the stuff. There’s two of the things.”

They set off the Spider-be –Gone bombs, scrambling to exit out the door and then spraying themselves liberally to prevent any infestation spreading further.

“That’s the third one in this neighborhood,” the officer commented nervously, glancing at the houses situated to the sides. “You’d think the city administration would put out a notice, so people would get things taken care of before it got to this stage.“

“People are procrastinators,” his partner said shrugging. “The city better get the fumigators out before it’s the rest of the area littered with husks.”

Neither of them noticed the eight legged dot floating with intent on its thread of silk, gracefully landing amongst the thick black strands decorating Sgt. Davidson’s head. The precinct jail cells, called the tombs, would be well colonized by the end of the month before anything was noticed.

Date: 2013-02-07 08:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eglantine-br.livejournal.com
Now there is a story that sticks with a person! I will not forget it anytime soon.

Date: 2013-02-07 11:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] charisstoma.livejournal.com
I kind of take this approach to spiders. It's rare I kill them since my mother taught me the miracle uses of facial tissue for repatriating crawly things to the outside. I do make exceptions for the round black marble spiders since they are potential black widows. Those get killed.

*grins* Thank you. And um.. sleep well?
Edited Date: 2013-02-07 11:09 pm (UTC)

Date: 2013-02-07 08:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] magistra17sum.livejournal.com
Ooh! *shiver* Creepy!

Date: 2013-02-07 11:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] charisstoma.livejournal.com
Thank you. This has been in my head waiting to be written for days. I was bored at work. *grins*

I have problems touching the picture books with spiders on the cover so yes I needed to evict this.

Date: 2013-02-07 08:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mee-eep.livejournal.com
euw *shudder*

Date: 2013-02-07 11:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] charisstoma.livejournal.com
*GRINS* Thank you?

There's this book at school that the students looooove. It has a full sized photo of a tarrantula on its cover. Reshelving it and checking it out are always interesting. Generally I put another book on top of it so I can't see the photo. Denial? Me?

Date: 2013-02-08 03:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mee-eep.livejournal.com
Good fic, if exceedingly unpleasant to think about LOL.

That is a book in need of a plain dustsheet, for it's protection you understand ;)

Date: 2013-02-09 12:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] charisstoma.livejournal.com
*laughing* I do recover books whose covers become worn. In clear contact paper. It puts that smooth surfaced shine and corners back on.
The kids love the spider books. *sighs*

Date: 2013-02-08 09:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] saskia399.livejournal.com
I usually don't really mind spiders, but this *shivers* might make me reconsider *shivers* and thank you! *puts the sleeping tablets where I can get them without moving too much* *sigh*

Date: 2013-02-09 12:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] charisstoma.livejournal.com
The spider waited, lurking behind the bottle on the night stand. One good bite would do it. She readied her fangs. Yes, one good bite.

*runs away scrambling on all eight legs*
I did mention giggling didn't I.

Me afraid of spiders.... why yes I am.
Edited Date: 2013-02-09 12:22 am (UTC)

Date: 2013-02-08 11:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sennalily.livejournal.com
That was great! And by great... I mean incredibly creepy. *shudder*

Date: 2013-02-09 12:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] charisstoma.livejournal.com
Thank You. It's so nice to share my phobia. *grins*

Date: 2013-02-10 01:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sennalily.livejournal.com
LOLOL just saw this and thought of this story. Warning for TERRIFYING NUMBERS OF SPIDERS.

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Date: 2013-02-10 06:16 am (UTC)

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