Ron’s got nothing on me.
It’s been several months since I’ve had a spider in my apartment, and so I knew it was only a matter of time before another encounter. I’ve been having horrible dreams about spiders, and I had a feeling there would be one any day now. My apartment is a mess. There’s no way I could be so lucky to go this long without an attack.
I came inside from doing the shopping and just as I closed the door behind me, a huge motherfucking spider comes straight down from the ceiling on a thread, wiggling its disgusting legs menacingly. Hideous and black. ‘OH FUCK,’ I yell to the people in the hallway. ‘OH FUCK!’ I yell to myself as it soars down the side of the door.
Thank god I hadn’t taken my runners off yet and was able to kick it with my foot. It hit the floor and wiggled and I hit it again so it was dead. I then moved away and slumped down on the floor, panting as though I’d run a marathon. Living at home meant I could scream for someone else to rid them for me, but being alone means I’m pretty much screwed in terms of getting help with my fear. Either I kill it, or it wins. Fucking cocksucker of a spider. Black and horrible and omfg it was horrible. The size of a loonie, I swear. Augh, now I’m all jittery!
I can’t believe people go out of their way to save these things.
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