So, I'm cleaning my room being a happy little camper sorting my shit out and I am putting my bed together and making everything all pretty before Aaron comes which could be in a month or so but I like doing things early for some reason.
Anyways. I put the bed together I washed my blanket and I put it on top and brush all the little lines out, everything.
And I'm picking up my clothes I look down,
and there's a HUGE ASS SPIDER
It jumps back like OH SHIT!
I jump back like OH SHIT!
so I run and grab the bug killing stuff and I spray it.
I spray it about enough to kill a human being and it sits there...stunned.
I was so pissed that it was on my bed I tried to kill the shit out of it...
I
wanted
to
kill it
so much
the
shit
would come
out of it.
Then, all of a sudden the fucking SUPER SPIDER runs around my bed like a fucking mad man, and I don't know what to do... it goes under my newly made bed sheet so I grab my lil umbrella and proceed to poke around until it comes running out in a panic in its super spider frenzy staring at me.
So, I allow it to crawl on my bed with intentions of trying to KILL THE SHIT out of this spider
And then add it to my collection..I mean it's the BIGGEST I would have...Id prolly have to break its legs to get it in the vile...I mean don't get me wrong I love spiders...When they're dead...when they're not moving and trying to kill me. haha.
So I spray it AGAIN and it tries running so, at this point, I was INFURIATED so I sat there and sprayed it for about an entire minute it probably got frozen from the pressure in the can before it died from the spray I was so fucking pissed I picked that little motherfucker up and threw it in the god damn toilet to drown in a horrible shit river.
My blanket is now washing..Again.
My room smells like bug nuke.
And I'm not in the greatest mood anymore.
You ruined my day, You bastard-immortal-spider-piece of shit.
I will avenge my bedding...