Yet another spider episode!

I'm sure you are either doing one of two things right now:

1- Already laughing, because you take joy from me being tortured by 8 legged creatures in my house.

2- Sighing, because you're thinking I'm a big baby and I should of learned to deal with it by now.

Well, sit down and shut up. Here's the latest installment.

Last night, I was getting ready for bed. Tom asked for his legs to be situated. I grab a pillow from the floor and set it on the bed.

The next thing I know, there's a spider. A decent sized spider. Roughly quarter sized or larger.

The spider is ON TOM!

Of course, I instantly freak out, which concerns Tom - who did not see the spider land on him.

He quickly realized from my reaction that it was a spider... and by following my eyes, knew that it was on him.

"Kill it! Kill it!" He hollers at me.

I hesitate for a moment, then take the sheet that's laying on Tom and shake the spider off of the bed.

Of course, now the rascal is free on the floor. But, the spider is shocked from the bungee jump he just took without the cord attached to him.

I quickly grab a shoe and give 'em a good solid swat.

And the spider flippin' RUNS AWAY!

OMG!

I see him scurry under my bed.

I consider leaving him alone. You know, if you can't see it, it can't hurt you?

Right.

I finally had to move the bed around and corner the spider... which makes it near impossible to smash him with the shoe if he's in a corner.

I cram my shoe into the corner and do the 'twist him into the baseboard' maneuver.

Yeah, he's dead.

I don't like spiders.