I AM SO CLOSE TO CRYING IT’S NOT EVEN FUNNY.
I WAS IN THE SHOWER ABOUT 15 MINUTES AGO.
I FELT SOMETHING ON MY CHEST, LIKE A HAIR OR SOMETHING.
I PULLED IT OFF AND LOOKED AT IT.
IT WASN’T A FUCKING HAIR.
IT WAS A MOTHERFUCKING SPIDER.
POSSIBLY THE SAME ONE FROM LAST NIGHT.
I JUST HOPE TO GOD THAT IT WASN’T CRAWLING AROUND ON ME THE ENTIRE NIGHT. I DON’T EVEN KNOW IF IT WAS DEAD WHEN I FOUND IT THIS MORNING.
SOMEHOW HAVING A DEAD SPIDER STUCK TO MY CHEST IS WORSE THAN FINDING A LIVE ONE.
AND OF COURSE I FOUND THIS ONE IN THE MOTHERFUCKING SHOWER.
SPIDERS ARE BECOMING MY NUMBER ONE FEAR.
Thank God my sister didn’t knock on the door to see what was the matter when I shrieked bloody murder over this thing. Actually it was probably more of a strangled cry of despair.
Then again, what if it HAD been a real problem, like me dying or something.
Nothing distracts my sister when she’s getting ready for school.