Photosynthesis

literally terrifying

So.

I hate spiders.

Like, on a list of things I hate, it's at least in the top 3, along with needles/syringes and people who lie for attention (don't question me ;-;).

But anyways, spiders are tHe WoRst.

And they are one of my biggest fears.

-CINEMATIC NARRATION-

So this happened to me yesterday, and it was one of the most terrifying things that I have ever experienced.

You see, I was watching youtube in my bed, minding my own buisness.

Then, I adjust myself and sit up in my bed. I look down and I see a small, black thing crawl out from underneath me. It doesn't take me long to realize iT's A sPiDeR.

So naturally, I let out an ear piercing scrEAM and jump off my bed.

My mind was racing as I stared at the dEMoN, crawling all over my sheets.

I knew I couldn't let it out of my sights, but I needed to get someone to help me.

It was about to go under my pillow, so I carefully pick it up and move it so I can keep an eye on where the spider is.

I knew I had to find a way to kill this thing. I knew I couldn't just sit there and wait for it to crawl into a place where I couldn't find/reach it. So, once it stopped moving, I pulled my bed out of the corner, ran downstairs, and yelled at my sister to come upstairs. My mom wasn't home, so we had to handle this on our own.

She came upstairs, and we continued observing the creature as I tried to devise a plan.

Then, since we didn't think of a plan fast enough, it crAWLed wHERe WE CoULdn'T sEE iT and we panicked.

I pulled back my bed sheet to see if it went behind the mattress, or on a part of the bed frame by the wall.

Turns out it crawled down onto one of the legs of the bed, which was terrifying, but gave me an opportunity.

I pulled back my night stand and I grabbed a shoe, which just so happened to have a dead spider corpse on it from the last time my mom killed a spider.

I took the shoe, panicked A LOT and screamed A LOT, but then gathered just enough courage to aggressively poke the spider with the toe-end of the shoe.

Which, to my surprise, actually killed it. After I poked it, the spider fell to the ground and didn't move.

My sister ran and grabbed a couple tissues, carefully picking up the spider's corpse.

We ran to the bathroom and threw the ball of tissue into the toilet. I closed the lid, and flushed it with a heavy sigh of relief.

IT WAS GONE! I HAD KILLED THE SPIDER!

I felt so accomplished, but I was still paranoid, so I stayed downstairs and played video games with my sister for the rest of the afternoon.

When my mom came home, my sister and I told her the whole story. She was surprised that we actually managed to kill it ;-;.

She offered to wash my sheets though, they needed washed anyways and my bed felt contaminated after I liTERALLY WATCHED A SPIDER CRAWL OUT FROM UNDERNEATH ME.

Now my skin feels like it's crawling...

It's unpleasant.

(4/22/2020 2:47 AM)