Aunty Acid by Ged Backland for April 01, 2020

Aunty, you have to come out of this web of destruction!

You really shouldn’t kill the spiders in the house, they eat the ants.

I guess it’s better than torching the place.

Hilarious! I like the apron, too.

My favorite of the laffs going around just now: I’ve absorbed so much soap and disinfectant lately that when I pee I disinfect the toilet.

The pine fresh Raid actually smells really nice. It smells like Irish Spring. Sometimes I’m tempted to spray it just for the scent. But I don’t.

You should have sat on your tuffet.

This one place I worked at the janitor went crazy with bleach when he cleaned the restroom. After 10 seconds in there your eyes would burn from the chlorine fumes, your tongue, could taste it and you would have to wait minutes to get the smell out of your nose.

The bottle leaks as you smash the little bastard, eh?

I wish I could buy some at the stores. All out everyday every store or pharmacy. Blah! No more white socks or a good disinfectant.

That edited apron is me all the time. 6 feet is about my normal “social distance.” I actually start to feel crowded when anyone gets within 3 feet of me & I don’t like having people touch me – don’t even like to shake hands – & I can count on one hand the number of people (all immediate family & closest friends) I’ll hug. Not having to deal with the touchy-feelies is so refreshing, I hope society in general will retain a bit more reserve when the crisis is over!

If your cookin’, I’m leavin’.

Ah yes; the infamous albino spiders of Auntie’s house…

Send the spiders my way, they can live peacefully at my house. I love the little guys.

I got a cat. I no longer have spiders.