Along Came a Spider

Once again...not about Africa.

As I sit here typing this, there is a spider sitting about 10 feet away from me, staring me in the face. 

If you don't know me, you don't know that my biggest fear of all time is spiders. It's pathetic. The last time I was alone in my apartment with a spider, I stayed the night at a hotel. Seriously.

The wispy ones, I can usually deal with. After a couple hours of pep talks from all the friends that I typically call to talk me through it, I can spray it with my Raid (which was an apartment warming gift from my mom) and then vacuum it up with the expanded hose and the tool that makes it a little longer.

But the spider currently taunting me is an evil, devil-looking solid spider. It's not huge, but it's not small. And if I spray it with Raid, it will move. If there's one thing that I hate worse than spiders, it's spiders that are moving. 

I guess I could just go straight for the vacuum. Except, then it could survive the suction and still be alive inside the vacuum and I can't live in the same place as that. And I'd probably drop the hose and freak out anyway, which would cause the spider to move.

None of my Omaha friends are actually in Omaha right now. And it's 11pm, so I really can't call any of my acquaintances. See, one of the (many) perks of having a roommate has been that she kills the bugs for me. But she's not here...

I just called my best friend Jenny in Lincoln. I told her there was a spider in my bedroom. And she proved once again that there is a reason she is my best friend. She took me totally seriously and said that I should get everything I need out of my bedroom and then put pillows under the crack in the door and sleep on the couch. We talked about the possibility of me putting a tupperware on top of it until my friend Josh comes back tomorrow, but she pointed out that I would never be able to get that close. I'm screwed.

I think it just moved.

And what makes the situation more crappy: I was painting when I saw it, and in the .0004 seconds I went from sitting on the floor to standing ten feet away, I dropped my paintbrush. 1) Stained the carpet. 2) Ruined a perfectly good paintbrush cuz the paint's gonna dry before I can get that close to it again 3) Ruined a perfectly good canvas cuz I wasn't finished with what I was doing and once it dries, it will never blend the same.

Sooo...if anyone reading this happens to be from the Omaha area and wouldn't mind a phone call from a crying Kaitlin in the middle of the night asking you to come kill a spider, please let me know. And don't be surprised when I take you up on it.

I hate spiders.