The arachnid

A spider.

I woke up yesterday morning.   I was laying very straight bodied.  Good thing I didn't curl up before I got out of bed.  So I was lying there straight.  I whip the covers off me because I'm going to swing my legs over the side of the bed and pop up to greet the day.  And what do I see?  Beside me?  A giant spider!  Yes, a big one.  Just sitting there.  Beside me.  It was so fast that I didn't even have time to get scared.  He ran toward the head of the bed and disappeared but I didn't see if he went northerly or easterly, and he was clear gone.  Tonight my husband had the light on at about 10pm.  He went to bed at 9pm.  I went in and asked if everything was okay.  He said something was on him and he killed it.  Yeah, like I'm gonna be able to sleep in there tonight now.

I slept outside part of the night last night.  Got bit four times by mosquitoes. One is a bump on my chin and it better go away by Saturday.

One night last winter I was getting ready for bed.  I turned on the light and I was already bending down to take my shoes off and I saw one of these spiders and it was moving like lightning speed.  They are remarkably fast, but crazy thing was I was faster than he was.  I smashed him with a shoe because there was nothing but shoes because I was by the shoes.  My good luck, his bad.

Truth is, I feel bad killing spiders.  I don't like them.  They can't be in my house and they shall die if they are (unless they're a Daddy Long Legs), but I don't like killing them.  I have to kill black widows and brown recluse's because they're dangerous being poisonous.  I like tarantulas.  They don't bite unless they're scared.  I wouldn't want one on me though.  I hate sun spiders most of all.  They horrify me.  Don't google "sun spiders" or you'll see one.  And ants.  I can't bear ants.

It's time for me to go to bed.  Eek!