Ummm, gross.

The other day when I got home from work I entered my room and immediately spotted a rather large (about 2 inches) spider perched on my curtains right over my bed. Of course you went for the bed. Now for at least a week I'll hesitate before going to sleep. Way to play mind games. You are a worthy adversary.

So this jerk is hanging out in my room, uninvited, and I have to deal with it. As much as it disturbed me I didn't let him leave my sight. I called my roommate for backup. I then took off my shoe, held it firmly in my hand, pulled my bed away from the curtain before standing up on it. I was then eye to eye with my eight legged foe. There was a deep breath and a mini psych up speech involving a third person reference, "C'mon Colleen, man up!"

SLAM! SPLAT! and let's be honest, GIRLY SCREAM!

It was no longer there. Heart racing I checked. There was a crunched up hot mess of a spider on the floor but I wasn't taking any chances. I reached down and squished it some more, mumbling a half-hearted "sorry" under my breath. (This is done in case the spider is re-born into a murderer; I don't want any hard feelings).

Victory was mine! Now I know Indiana Jones didn't like snakes, but I still felt a little bit like him from the whole encounter. Next time I'll have to use a gun.