When spiders attack
I hate spiders. I really do. I swear they're out to get me. I had two bad experiences two nights in a row. One in my parents' bathroom and one at the bottom of Ash's stairs. The first night, Sunday night, I ran into one in the bathroom, and it was huge! It's body was as big as a quarter, and it was sort of triangularish!! That night I couldn't sleep because I was super sensitive to everthing (I get itchy when I see spiders). Monday night I was sitting by Ash's stairs and Ash was sitting on them, and we were both minding our own business. All of a sudden I see the exact same spider as last night at the bottom of the steps! I nearly had a heart attack!! I got up so quickly and violently that I scraped my arm on the wall. It looks something like a rug burn, a black and blue rug burn. I then screamed at Ash to, and I quote, "Ash! Get up!!!" She was sitting right over it! Aahhh! I was already so flippin tired because of the last spider, I couldn't handle another restless night. So... I took a benadryl so I could get some sleep (how sad is that). I really wish I wasn't so afraid of them. That right there is why I could never live alone.