I know, I know. I shouldn’t have set the projector screen on fire, but that’s what happens when you shine a giant spider onto the wall in front of an arachnophobic dragon. Am I really to blame? I was just defending myself.
Okay, yes, poor Susan’s hair might be a little… shorter now, and Richie’s backpack has some cool holes in it, but I didn’t plan for those things to happen. I saw a spider and I just… poofed it. Poof. Problem solved.
If it had been a real giant spider you’d all be thanking me, carrying me on your shoulders, showering me with treats… but no. Here I am, scrubbing the steps into the evening. Alone. Treatless and hungry.
Yes, I’m gonna sulk the whole time and make you feel bad.