Warning Some Foul Language Ensues
I HATE SPIDERS.
They are my mortal enemy and like many people I have no good reason to hate them.
It's more of a phobia really, which in that case would lead me to the wise words of my Psychology 3 Professor "there is always a reason for our phobias, no matter how weird or random they seem" I would have to disagree with her. This is also coming from a professional who was shocked and almost laughed at my fear of being touched by feet, my fear of rock slides(which does have a logical reasoning behind it) and my fear of amputations/amputees. Anyways, like I said.. I have no real reason to hate these creatures... besides the fact that they really are creepy and crawly and just "AGH!".
SO, This is what I call progress. I live on my own. Meaning no more waking Dad or Mom in the middle of the night to kill the spider (although Mom is really no help), it means I have to woman up and do it on my own. Which is hard, Because all I want to do is scream, run out of the room close to tears yelling "KILL IT! KILL IT! KILL IT!" . So, this leads me to my predicament; around midnight, a small but not TOO small of a spider was spotted at the edge of my ceiling. Too high for me to kill. I continued reading my book... but kept my eye on it, waiting for it to make it way down the wall and be in perfect range for my shoe. I am aware that smacking it with my shoe, in an apartment complex, where I share walls is utterly rude; but frankly I don't give a shit. This is a life of death matter! Under no circumstances will I have squish a spider we toilet paper.. I like it to be quick easy and painless. I know the bitch his dead, I don't need to feel it eighty creepy crawling legs squirming through the tissue. Unfortunately, this spider is on to me, he knows I have my eyes set on him and he knows the price he will pay is he decides to descend down the walls. It's is now 5:30 am... almost 6 hours after the initial sighting and he has managed to make his way round the room, but never faltering from being on the ceiling. He is now, at a stand still. Which is driving me insane. I am tired my eyes, can barely stay open, my vision is blurry, but there is no way I will be able to sleep till I know this fucker is dead.
This Is Progress. I have not screamed, I have not ran out of my apartment. I am handling this like a mature adult.
Funny thing is this blog was originally going to be about my kitten Martini and was going to written later in the day after I had gotten sleep and had been productive and I will get to writing that blog..I just needed to write something now to keep me awake.
Countdown Until My 21st Birthday: 59 Days
