Okay, I’m thinking of making this “Childhood, Remixed” thing a new category. It depends on how much I feel like doing it (and, relative to how often I post in general, posting once a year to this category would make it worthwhile). I present to you, in honor of the fact that stores are selling Halloween decorations more than two months in advance, The Giant, Hairy Spider:

The giant, hairy spider
Walked up and freaked me out
Landed in my hair
And made me scream and shout
Gobbled up my eyeballs
And ate my nostrils, too
Now the giant, hairy spider
Is coming after you

People who know me even slightly well know there are two things that I have openly claimed will make me scream like a five-year-old girl with pigeon poop in her hair: spiders and snakes.  And, I admit after reaching the two-year mark of what I hope will be a permanent residence in North Carolina, I am adding roaches to that list.  Fear not, my house is protected; if any of those little balls of pestilence managed to get within two feet of the house without dying, they won’t make it much further.  I will resort to uranium and plutonium to kill the little turds, if that’s what it takes.

So, it’s with that understanding of my hatred for a few things creepy-crawly that I point out the ironic fact that I love Verminators on the DIscovery Channel.  Sure, I get the heebie-jeebies about every 37.2 seconds during the show.  The roach infestations and the episodes highlighting spiders actually make my skin feel as if it is attempting to hide under my muscle.  But in the end, the exterminators win.

And, since I believe the only good roach is a dead roach*, I approve.

* – Actually, a roach in your house is a good roach too, because that means it’s not in mine.  I’m kind of cold like that.  But I don’t care — we’re talking roaches here.