So last night while doing the evilest of evil things (laundry), I noticed some inch-long fuzzy thing out of the corner of my eye on the floor. Since I was in the laundry room, I naturally thought it was a discarded piece of lint.

Much to my surprise, it turned out to be a huge nasty spider. I don’t like spiders. Not necessarily because they scare me (I write about horror in this blog, I mean come on), but I just don’t like the creepy things. I know they crawl on me at night, which is a violation of my space, hence I don’t like them.

My apologies to any bug or spider lovers out there, but the score is now Price:1, Spiders:0. Much thanks to the water bottle that served me well as a club.

This however, creeped me the fuck out: