I think the spiders are following me
It has been far too long since I've made a panicked LJ post about evil spiders. So, here's one about my pet theory that the huntsman population is slowly migrating towards me.
Point 1 (few months ago): Giant huntsman in the laundry. Proceeded to chase me to the front door. Was screaming the entire way. Eventually killed it. Screamed some more. Got someone else to dispose of body. Legs as long as tweezers.
Point 2 (few weeks ago): Giant huntsman outside of my bedroom. Staring contest with spider for quarter hour. It twitched and I internally panicked. Eventually killed it. Screamed. Got someone else to dispose of body. Panicked some more. Beginning of spider paranoia.
Point 3 (few minutes ago): Giant huntsman crawled out of my bookshelf and into my library bag. Curse myself for having so many books which allow for dark corners. Sitting on bed and freaking out. Eventually kille--OH JESUS IT MOVED I THOUGHT IT WAS DEAD OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. It is less than two feet away, my arachnophobia won't let me touch spiders that big, and now I can't sleep or move.
Wow, if I wasn't so terrified, I'd be pretty impressed at how damned resilient these little buggers are. It's spasming or something, I don't even know, just flailing its legs around. Jesus Christ, I hate the new year already so much. *Shudders.*
I know spiders are more scared of me than I am of them. I know I should technically release them instead of killing them. I know this but it's not happening. Spiders in my garden, oddly enough, I leave alone no matter how big they are. Any spider in my house dies. Then again, fear is not rational. Also, my ponytail keeps brushing the bare skin of my back every time I move my head, accidentally freaking myself out even more. asdfghjkl; I just want to sleep.
Point 1 (few months ago): Giant huntsman in the laundry. Proceeded to chase me to the front door. Was screaming the entire way. Eventually killed it. Screamed some more. Got someone else to dispose of body. Legs as long as tweezers.
Point 2 (few weeks ago): Giant huntsman outside of my bedroom. Staring contest with spider for quarter hour. It twitched and I internally panicked. Eventually killed it. Screamed. Got someone else to dispose of body. Panicked some more. Beginning of spider paranoia.
Point 3 (few minutes ago): Giant huntsman crawled out of my bookshelf and into my library bag. Curse myself for having so many books which allow for dark corners. Sitting on bed and freaking out. Eventually kille--OH JESUS IT MOVED I THOUGHT IT WAS DEAD OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. It is less than two feet away, my arachnophobia won't let me touch spiders that big, and now I can't sleep or move.
Wow, if I wasn't so terrified, I'd be pretty impressed at how damned resilient these little buggers are. It's spasming or something, I don't even know, just flailing its legs around. Jesus Christ, I hate the new year already so much. *Shudders.*
I know spiders are more scared of me than I am of them. I know I should technically release them instead of killing them. I know this but it's not happening. Spiders in my garden, oddly enough, I leave alone no matter how big they are. Any spider in my house dies. Then again, fear is not rational. Also, my ponytail keeps brushing the bare skin of my back every time I move my head, accidentally freaking myself out even more. asdfghjkl; I just want to sleep.