It is at this point that I enter into sheer panic for a few minutes as I look around hoping to spot the offending arachnid, arm held up and poised, my hand clutching a slipper or rolled up newspaper ready to go all ninja on it until.... the moment my mind starts betraying me and the horrifying thought that this vile creature somehow managed to jump, skitter, or fall on my person enters my head. I think I feel it crawling in my hair, then on my leg, then on my arm, my back after that.
It all culminates in some bizarre seizure type dance in which I contort my body in different positions in rapid sequence while craning my neck to try and see the back of my upper arm while simultaneously swiping at my hair and numerous areas of my body. This ritual slows to a stop after a few moments with several follow up panic swipes as I squeal, "EW!" Certain that I just felt the bastard on me someplace. I then spend the rest of the day with my eyes constantly darting around trying to spot it again.
A preety big one disappeared in my closet never to be seen again and I'm still afraid to this day
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· 10 years ago
One time I tried to kill a spider in my bedroom but it fell and I lost it. Next morning I go to the bathroom and I drop my boxers and there's that pedo bastard in my shorts!
It all culminates in some bizarre seizure type dance in which I contort my body in different positions in rapid sequence while craning my neck to try and see the back of my upper arm while simultaneously swiping at my hair and numerous areas of my body. This ritual slows to a stop after a few moments with several follow up panic swipes as I squeal, "EW!" Certain that I just felt the bastard on me someplace. I then spend the rest of the day with my eyes constantly darting around trying to spot it again.