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I woke up unusually early today with a lot on my mind. I got out of bed, turned on the lights and started to head out for breakfast when I glanced toward the top of my closet door. And there, a giant trapdoor spider was squeezed between the ceiling and the closet, half way out. This isn't the typical house spider, nor just the simple spiders I come across daily. It looks like a mini tarantula and it's freaking me out that it's in my room. I feel horrible saying this, but at this moment, it's either me or it. I've seen this exact same spider many times. We had a run in over a year ago at the garbage bins outside. And this summer I had the uncomfortable pleasure of sitting on a lawn chair only to feel some sort of fuzz scraping the back of my leg. When I looked down, it's the spider, not on me but under me. I slowly pulled my leg away to reveal I was actually on top of its egg nest. It didn't bite me, but I crushed her eggs. And now it's here, in my room. It wouldn't bother me so much if this was the kind of spider that you saw in your house on a regular basis, but this is a TRAPDOOR spider. One that lives primarily outdoors AND underground. So why did it venture in and find it's way into my room? Simple.
Revenge.
I hate killing bugs. I usually move them outside in a safe manner. But who knows what kind of spider-evils this thing did to me in the night. Even now, it's staring at me. I can see it, slowly plotting against me. As I sit here, every time a hair on my body moves, I freak out and brush imaginary spiders away. This spider is driving me insane.
Revenge.
I hate killing bugs. I usually move them outside in a safe manner. But who knows what kind of spider-evils this thing did to me in the night. Even now, it's staring at me. I can see it, slowly plotting against me. As I sit here, every time a hair on my body moves, I freak out and brush imaginary spiders away. This spider is driving me insane.