...spiders

I hate spiders. A LOT. On Friday, I saw this bad boy right above my desk. I ran away, but sadly...I needed to do some work, so I HAD to get back to my computer. My husband was at work, and no other adults were around, so I had to take care of it myself. I went and retrieved my windex, turned it to the high pressure spray, said a prayer that the windex wouldn't ruin my computer, and sprayed while standing 5 feet away hoping the thing would hop on me. It did a gross wiggle thing, but after a while, it slowed down. I walked across the room and waited. After about 5 minutes, it died and fell on to my printer. I didn't know what to do then. I was too scared to pick up a dead spider and too grossed out to work with it on the table next to me. So...I went to call J to see when he could come home and clean it up.

I came back to this....GONE!! It wasn't dead???!?!?!?! Now I don't know where it is. Right now, three days later, I am sitting with my feet up too scared to put them on the ground because I know that half dead spider will crawl on me. You can call me a wimp. I am!