Soo, I was doing my readings for my nursing research course and along comes this house spider that just plops his little body ONTO MY TEXTBOOK RIGHT BESIDE MY ARM.
I just about FALL OFF MY CHAIR in fright. I didn’t want to kill him because I felt bad and spiders aren’t all that bad, but I am so utterly terrified of them I just.. I just COULDN’T deal with it myself.
I sauntered over to my mother’s room and told her I had an emergency (or else she wouldn’t get her butt out of bed) and I showed her and she almost laughed her ass off. This little spider just chilling there like he belongs on that page.
So like A TOTAL FEARLESS MOTHER BEAR, she scoops the spider into her hands and THROWS HIM INTO THE OTHER ROOM.
I can’t. I was sitting there screaming and she just picks him up and throws him.
Dear spider: I hope you didn’t die as you flew into the art room, but I hope you don’t try to kill me in my sleep either.
Oh and on a side note, I snapchatted Gerald and my best friend asking what I should do and I got two very helpful responses:
1. Seryna told me TO MOVE OUT OF MY HOUSE.
2. Gerald told me to eat him.