I hate spring ...

... for one reason alone: bugs.

In a jetlagged stupor that had set in around noon, I jumped in the shower after work today, only to discover unwelcome company. A big black spider was crawling on the top corner of the shower curtain. I shampooed, soaped, and rinsed as quickly as I could, taking care not to knock the curtain, and then high-tailed it out of there. Returning with a bottle of Formula 409 (hoping it had taken on the magical powers of the legendary Formula 410), I hosed down that sucker. But when I went back to clean up, it had scampered onto the wall. Ack! Praying that it wouldn't make it down to the floor, I ran into the other room to fetch a shoe. When I returned, it had disappeared again. I found it on the floor by the toilet. I took a swipe at it, but as I was severely jetlagged, my hand-eye coordination was not what it should have been and I missed. It disappeared underneath the bath mat, and I resorted to pounding on the mat until Spidey emerged, squashed and thoroughly lifeless. At least that woke me up.

On a side note, I had an epiphany. If I ever get a hankering to be back in Japan, all I have to do is turn on my local public access channel, and I'm instantly whisked back to the land of muzak.

Rory on the Gilmore Girls is starting to look like Shannon Doherty.