Eight legged freaks

For starters, have you seen this movie?

It is the most horrifying movie after arachnophobia, that I have ever seen.

That's right, folks! I'm terrified of spiders....

ANYWHO: We have finished our move to the new house. It has been vacant for a few years and we had to do some painting and other small things to get settled in.

Okay...by "small" I actually meant that we had to do some crazy things that I would have never even thought of.

Right! Back to the spiders. So, as previously stated, I'm terrified of them. To the point of having bad dreams and not sleeping for the night because I had seen one within a hundred feet of my room. Childish? Maybe. I don't care though because I'd rather be laughed at than pretend that I didn't just get the heebie jeebies from hearing it and feeling it squish under my fingers as I'm trying to get rid of it.

*Disclaimer: I do not squish spiders if they are outside. I'm a firm believer that if I want them to stay out of my house then I'll leave them alone in theirs.*

With this house having been vacant for so long, there has been complete free reign of spiders around here for quite some time. We got all of the visible ones out of corners and windows and such but there is no way to completely get rid of them all for a while.

I've only seen small little, black, hairy ones up to this point so I'm not really that worried about it.

Until tonight....

I'm walking barefoot into my new bathroom that I'm finally able to use since everything has been fixed. I'm excited and carrying a box full of shampoo, conditioner, and other necessary items required for proper shower taking and naturally not expecting that I'm secretly walking right passed spiderzilla on my way to and from.

Did I mention that I'm barefoot?

So I finally get all my things in the bathroom and I'm ready to shower off all the moving dust and grime. *click* light is on and I'm singing to myself about the happiness of showers completely oblivious to the demon that is staring right at my toes.

I feel a slight tickle and look down to see IT. A 50 cent piece sized red and black, transparent, skinny, creepy, agent of death.

Yeah, hell yeah, I screamed!!!

In the process of trying to locate my brother, put something over the spider to hinder his attempt to escape, and get as far away as humanly possible from this monster, I have fallen and hit my knee.

This should only serve as proof that they are out to get you.

Here I sit at 4:30 in the morning telling you my story of near death because.....can you guess why?

YEP!! All I can think about is them crawling all over me. My hair touches my neck and I'm wide awake and across the room ready to strike.

Hope you all can sleep a little better. :-*