<p><em>Saturday (May 17)</em><br>
<strong>Me:</strong> Dad, where's the hammer?<br>
<strong>Dad:</strong> Why?<br>
<strong>Me:</strong> I want to put a up my half-assed painting -<br>
<strong>Dad:</strong> DON'T PUNCH A HOLE IN WALL.</p>

<p><em>Sunday (May 18)</em><br>
<strong>Me:</strong> (in the laundry room) *shrieks and stares at spider with malice* "HATH…DIE!"<br>
<strong>Me:</strong> *three seconds later* "Hammer…! Yes, hammer!" *aims*<br>
<strong>Dad:</strong> *opens the back door*<br>
<strong>Me:</strong> *is blinded by the sunlight*<br>
<strong>Dad:</strong> "What the hell are y – DON'T PUNCH A HOLE IN THE WALL."</p>

Why must my Dad think I'm incompetent with a hammer? I had a half a mind today, upon seeing a TWO nasty spiders, to take a hammer and PUNCH A HOLE IN THE WALL. And honestly, I'm beginning to think I am the Queen of Exterminating Spiders. :(