Something that Mr. O'Neill Doesn't Like
"Damn spiders!" Timothy O'Neill snapped as he smashed another one with a rolled up newspaper. "It's the second one of the day."
"Oh calm down Skinny, we'll just have to call an exterminator. If there are spiders then there's got to be some other nasty bugs here we haven't seen yet."
"You're right Janet." O'Neill replied before noticing that the second spider had ruined his newspaper. "Darn it!" he muttered before tossing it into recycling bin he had set out.
He glanced around the new home he and his new wife had bought, it was nice that with Janet's new job at LuthorCorp, which meant that she had a much higher salary now. Since they were moving things in however they had discovered a problem, spiders.
Timothy glanced about the Barch-O'Neill kitchen and saw no other of the damned things, one would assume that he was arachnophobia, however Timothy wasn't afraid of spiders in the least.
Timothy O'Neill hated spiders. No fear, just hate.
He had never been able to explain it, let alone understand it himself. But. He. Hated. Spiders. End of discussion.
"Come on Skinny, we've got more boxes to bring in."
O'Neill swallowed a sigh and went back out the door to go out to the breezeway that led to their three-car garage, one of the garage doors was open for the moving truck they had rented to be backed up enough so they could bring things in without getting hit by the elements.
The heaviest items had been moved in a day prior by a moving company, however to save on costs they had agreed to move in everything else the next day by themselves.
O'Neill wished they knew some people in their new area, but they didn't, and calling on their Lawndale friends and acquaintances wasn't feasible just to be helped moving in.
As O'Neill grabbed a plastic tote filled with stuff for their living room, he briefly imagined DeMartino there and almost chuckled. He and Janet would have gotten into a fight by now. Ms. Li? That one did make O'Neill laugh.
"What's funny?"
"I just imagined something. If Ms. Li had agreed to help us move in."
"Ha, now that would be something to see."
They both knew that even if their former boss wasn't on the run from the law due to her 'indiscretions', the petty mini-tyrant wasn't known for her charity work that wouldn't result in good PR.
O'Neill went through the house at a reasonable pace for a man with a box full of various chachkis and reached their new living room, a spacious area that Janet had had new carpets and repainted before they had begun moving in. Timothy sat the plastic box down with a relieved sigh, one down, dozens more to go.
Then he saw something that made him snap again.
"Damn spider!"
*smack!*
He then glared at the smear on his hands and growled, "Gross." before heading to the nearest bathroom to wash his hands.
Spiders, oh how he hated them.
FIN