FUCK! Another large-enough spider fucking barely being seen by me as it scitters under my bed. Are they having a fucking convention under there?!
This one thought he'd be clever by clinging to the back of my duffel bag as I pulled it out from under the bed. I didn't actually see him the first time until I caught him in profile. Motherfucker. If you'd been faster you might have gotten to live a little longer.
But there goes another night's sanity. *sigh* The spiders are bad, but what's worse is the fucking paranoia it instills in me. Especially when I catch them in my room going across the floor, and I'm thinking, where did they fucking crawl from that I only noticed them, then? This things are not small enough to escape notice when they move around...so where the FUCK are they coming from, that I only see them at the last possible second.
Goddamnit, of all the time I could get blown off by a business for appointments, why'd it have to be now, with Orikin, the supposed fucking professionals? I NEED EXTERMINATUS NOW.
I can pretty much point to the night I started being afraid of spiders. I had a dream I was walking through my house at the time, and it was covered, every square inch, in spider webs. The thick kind you only see in movie studio sets. And yet not a spider to be seen. And I remember wondering what kind of fucking monster it'd take to do that to my house. From then on, I've always hated them. Shit, I've been stung by a scorpion I found in my pants, and I still don't find scorpions as scary or as fundamentally wrong as spiders. And scorpions are basically just spiders with fucking tails!