I’m usually not very scared of spiders. I usually dispose of them by either setting Chaplin on them or catcing them with a piece of toilet paper and flushing them to their watery graves.
There are exceptions to every rule.
I was napping on my couch this afternoon when my eyes briefly opened…and I saw a HUGE spider coming directly at my face at a tremendous rate of speed.
The body was the size of a dime, and the creepy-ass legs just moved so fast. I immediately leapt into the air, flailed wildly to try and get it off the couch, and, yes, screamed like a little girl.
I managed to flick it in such a manner that it went off the couch, but I’m not sure where it landed, so it’s still somewhere in my apartment.
Either I’m going to end up with yet more spider bites (the unusually large and persistent “mosquito” bites on my leg are now less of a mystery), or Chaplin is going to have a very large snack.