Last night I walked into my bedroom to see my spider friend, chilling on a pillow on the floor.
I may have actually greeted him out loud: "We meet again. But this time YOU LOSE, mother fucker."
(Sorry for the language, but that's how much I hate spiders. Also, I just have a foul mouth)
Lucky for me, J was home. I stood still as a statue and called for him to come running for a spider assist. I wasn't about to let that asshole out of my sight again. I only walked away once J had arrived- I averted my eyes to the carnage. The spider would no longer haunt me.
And then I slept like a baby.