A Bug's (short) Life.

Ugh, this morning I woke up, talked to my parents, then started to get ready for my shower. I entered the bathroom and as I started to undress I see a black spider on the wall. Not your charming Charlotte's Web spider but your mean, black, Tarantula looking spider. Granted, it was small-ish but still. I ran to get Erin who told me that I had to be a big girl and kill it myself. I informed her that my brother does that for me especially since I have a massive phobia of spiders.

She wasn't gonna budge on this so all she did was spray it with some of her hair moose. She told me it was dead now. It most certainly was not. That spider had a strong will to live. He popped right out of the moose and looked pissed. let me remind you that I was half naked during all this and hyperventilating. I went back to Erin who told me that I had to take care of it on my own cause she had already killed three spiders in her room.

I groaned and made my way to the kitchen where I got our super long rubber gloves. I then grabbed three sheets of paper towels. I stared at the spider and debated mentally the pros and cons of using two or three sheets of paper towels versus one. I mean this is something I had to think about seriously. Had I used two or three sheets then the toilet might get clogged and the spider could get out of the toilet versus one sheet which would mean that I might be able to feel the spider in my hand which would mean that I'd freak out, drop him and then he'd surely attack me. Do you understand my situation?

Eventually I grabbed one paper towel sheet and one sheet of the flushable wipes (they break down easily= no clogging) and problem solved...or so I thought. I went to Erin grinning and told her that I grabbed and flushed a spider all by myself. She then asked me "you squished him right?". I said "uh...no cuz I could barely touch it. Why?". She then informed me that spiders can in fact float.

Merde.