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How can things so small freak me out so much? Creepy crawley bitey little buggers... I hate them. I think my mom freaking out at them always made me afraid too... and now it's too late, such negative connotations come with these arachnids.
I thought I was better. I could tolerate them, as long as they weren't within 5 feet of me. I'd just let them be there... whatever. But tonight, I realized, I don't want them anywhere near my sleeping place. I shudder just thinking of it .
It came out of nowhere... creepy little bugger. One of those ghostly white ones. I jumped back, but at least I didn't scream this time. It decided to be inconvenient, and crawl up the horizontal surface of some toilet paper I was using for poor man's tissues. I stared at it, and willed it to go to a place where I could crush it.
Finally, I got brave enough to tip over the roll of TP, and where did you head? Straight towards my keyboard, the last place I wanted you to be... That idea freaked me out more than anything (it's a long story involving one particularly kamakazi spider popping in and out of my keyboard. Ick.)
I felt proud that my first plan was to catch you, not kill you. A few years ago, I would have screamed and run out of the room, trying to get my brother to help me. Somewhere between him going away, and then me finally leaving the nest, I became self-sufficient in spider defence. I've even defended my roommates against them in the past.
R.I.P. Whitey Arachnus Spidren