Spider Chronicles

I hate spiders. In fact, I loathe them with every conscious and unconscious part of my body. These past few weeks have brought me MANY encounters with these unfriendly spiders. I'm quite positive that they're out to get me, they know what I've done to their other spider friends, and they're determined to make me pay. It has been soo littered with spiders in my bedroom, that I have taken to sleeping on the couch upstairs.

Every evening, I tell my parents what HORRIBLE things have happened to me. I don't want them to be selfish and get all the enjoyment of my spider tales, and so I share to the rest of the world.

I will begin relating my series of spider events for your horror. I won't reveal my past encounters, which were far worse than any of my future encounters may be, but will begin with the occurrence last night.

I'm minding my own business, just getting ready for bed. I brush my teeth, wash my face...the usual. I'm going to the other side of the bathroom, and peek in the shower...as I always do thanks to my paranoia...and there's a spider on the shower floor! I grabbed my 1 inch thick flipflop that stays in the bathroom specifically to kill spiders, and *SMACK* I killed the spider! This is the grossest part....shield your eyes and turn off your computer now if you must...

Three or four spider legs were on the bathroom floor while the rest of the spider was on the bottom of my shoe. Two of the spider legs in the shower were violently twitching! There was no body attached! It was just two floating spider legs tremoring and twitching! I was utterly shocked! But really I didn't care. I was just glad the spider was dead. Quinette-1. Spider-oh that's right. You're dead!

To prove the spider population problem in my room, I'm posting my spider trap. This amount is nowhere near the amount that I've already killed in my room. And because spiders are so disturbing, these spiders are all dead!