Arachnophobia

Remember the wine cellar with the huge, pulsating ballsac of eggs? Well my utility closet looks about like that right now. So that's why there aren't any ants in the apartment...

This might be a slight understatement, but I'm not a fan of spiders. At all. The feeling of walking through a web makes my skin crawl, even when I can't feel an actual spider. Seeing those little spider nutsacks dangling all over my closet kinda freaked me out. But I sucked it up and dealt with it like a man: I closed the door and ignored it. :)

To add insult to injury, the reason I went into the utility closet in the first place is because my gol' durn air conditioner hasn't worked since I turned it on last week for the first time this year. It's freakin' 90-plus degrees outside, it's gonna be another few days before they can install a new compressor, and God knows I'm already the hottest person on the face of the planet. Oh, well. I suppose I'll live through it*.

*Until the spiders ambush me in my heat-weakened state, wrap me up like a gringo burrito, and suck me dry.