It’s really that wholesome moment when you finally decide you aren’t afraid of spiders anymore. And then you feel something crawling on your arm. So then you calmly pick it up and stare at it. Ohh, a spider. Then you just shrug and put it in a small bag and then go to the kitchen and do research and find out it’s in the top ten most dangerous spiders in the world. So you start having a small panic attack with a very calm look on your face saying sh*t like: “I’ll be fine” or “If I die I die”. So then you slip the spider into a different bag and then take it outside to release it. Now you’re sitting inside thinking “I should’ve just killed it, or set that sh*t on fire”. you don’t want to sleep in your own room and are currently on the couch with completely different blankets while your cat in your room enjoys the whole bed.