I've always been a very messy person. Even when my mom made me clean my room I just stuck everything in the closet or under my bed to be dealt with at a later time. Once we came home to find our front door ajar and my mother had our next door neighbor check the house to make sure no burglars had snuck in. When he opened my closet he stepped back in alarm because he thought someone must be hiding under the pile of clothes on the ground. Luckily, my crumpled shirts really did gather that high all on their own and no thieves were lurking underneath.

Anyways, my point is, I'm not neat. And although I've picked up a few tidying habits after living with an OCD boyfriend for a year, I've begun to slump back into my inherent messiness. Nina recently pointed to the couch where I put my clothes and asked when I would organize that "war zone". Well, Nina, the time has come. And this is why:

Apparently a mass of deadly spiders are currently attacking Sydney. (Thank you Sister for warning me via Facebook). Later on in this lovely article, a professional spider-genius of some sort described the spiders as "able to leap 18 inches with fangs that can penetrate soft shoes and fingernails." She recommends that Sydneysiders not leave their laundry on the ground, especially overnight, as the animals can seek shelter there.

So this has spurned me into action. I now have to attack the war zone, which has been collecting for at least a week, and put all of the clothes in their respective places. But first, I came to say goodbye to all of you, and tell you that I love you. Should the killer funnel spiders hiding in my clothes find me, let it be known:

I totally predicted this would happen.