I hate the spiders. Which spiders? The spiders that are hiding somewhere either in my bed or my bra. Or perhaps they have some sort of elusive and well-planned attack route that makes them impervious to guard cats and loudly spoken curse words alike. The spiders that left me with THIRTEEN huge, welty bites in ONE NIGHT all over my upper torso area. IN ONE NIGHT. THIRTEEN. ARRRRRGH.
Only Madeline Kahn can accurately convey the hatred I feel toward these spiders, these evil and bitesy purveyors of pestulance, these tiny, psychopathic beasts.
I am Mrs. White and the spiders are my Evette. Flames!