Okay, so there was a BIG UUUUUGLY spider in the laundry room. Really gross. I think he's dead, but I was so scared I threw a bucket over him anyway in case he decided to come back to life and get me. Plus, I didn't want to look at him, and I can't get near him to clean him up in case he decided to come back to life and get me.
SO I still have the heebie geebies over that and I'm walking from my art table to the kitchen and I see ANOTHER ONE. Smaller, but equally gross, also dead. I poked him with a long stick to make sure he was dead because I didn't have a bucket handy. Then I ran away, because you know I can’t get close enough to him to clean him up.
So now I have the double heebie jeebies because clearly there are more in here somewhere, ALIVE, and whatever happened to make those two come out and die last night freaks me out. (What scared THEM????)
So okay. Trying to get control of my jeebies. Every tickle, every weird fold of my shirt... imagination imagination... ewww. So I manage to put it aside for awhile by playing on the computer. I go out and make a sandwich, la la. Walk back toward my art table. AH! Where is that spider corpse? Looking looking looking. HE'S NOT THERE! OH GOD, HE CAME BACK TO LIFE AND IS GOING TO GET ME!!!!!!!!!!!!
No, okay, don't be stupid. He has to be around here somewhere, he was right here....
OH MY GOD. I'm STANDING ON HIM. IN MY BARE FEEEET!!!! EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
I am so completely freaked out right now, you have no idea. I have shoes on, but it's not helping. And I have a tickle on my back I can't reach........... eww eww eww….