Clump

                     Clump

                          Clump

Down the hollow wooden staircase, basket of clothes in hand,   

                *Click*

On goes the lights.

The cold floor seeps into my feet, destination washing machine just a few steps away.  

The cold continues to take over my toes,

My toes that are planted to the floor,

Planted to the floor with that little black spider,

That little black spider sitting between me and the washing machine.

                Waiting

                     Waiting

                          Waiting

There is no calling Dad, the squisher of all things bug,

He is at work,

It is up to me.

                What to do

                     What to do    

                          What to do

I put the basket down slowly,  

There, just within reach,

Dad's most powerful weapon,

                The flip flop.

I snatch it and straighten,

The eight legged monstrosity hasn't moved,

I lean over just a bit,

                Slowly

                     Slowly

                          Slowly

Until the powerful tool is right over top of the villain,

I take in a deep breath,

It is now or lose it in the depths of the basement,

                WHAM!

The flip flop goes down,

Me, jumping over top with the quickly grabbed basket.

I have done it.

I have squished one.

So they aren’t invincible to everyone but Dad after all.