They fill you with fear

Arachnophobia
— noun
	an abnormal fear of spiders So basically, I'm almost positive I have this disorder/fear thing. Those creepy crawlers give me the heebie jeebies. If I were God, I would have made the spiders go extinct before the dinos. Undoubtedly. Here are my reasons: 1) The other night I stayed up into the wee hours of the night plotting how I would exterminate the black creature who decided to grace me with his presence. He was huge, and I swear had more than eight legs. I had a few options. Option number one was to leave it and go have my slumber in the guest room downstairs. This seemed to be a valid option until I remembered that when I would awake the next morning, I would have no idea where the creature would be... So option number two was to not take my eyes off of it until i figured out a way to make it go to spidey heaven. I did just that. I finally figured out that I would remove all things hanging on that wall and throw paper balls at the beast until it was within squishing reach. I threw about 20 and finally hit it, at that moment I screamed bloody murder because it was now crawling on the floor. I wasn't prepared for this moment, in fact I'm just as scared of squishing the monsters as keeping them alive. I finally put my brave pants on and found a large piece of cardboard I used to repeatedly destroy the horrid creepy crawler. I finally went to bed at 1 am and had a nightmare of yet another black beast. 2) Audrey and I were just beginning to get comfortable enough with each other around the end of freshman year to understand that we both had odd things about us. She quickly learned that I have a spidey fear. I decided to take a shower in her bathroom. Within a few minutes I spotted a beast. I felt a pit in my stomach and had to figure out what to do. I couldn't go running out in my birthday suit because this new friend would think I was getting way too comfortable way too fast. So instead I stood on the edge of the bathtub and tried to spray the creature with the shower head. I had to get closer. As soon as I tried I slipped... and fell. Hard. Next thing I know Auds is knocking on the door asking if I'm okay. "Yes" I reply, but in my head am thinking "heck no! I almost died because you let a beast into your bathroom!" 3) One morning I had to be up at 5 am for an ASB pep rally. I went into the bathroom to get somewhat ready. When I returned to my room to get dressed I see a beast plotting to fall atop my head on my ceiling. I first gasped at its presence, but then panicked as I realized none of the men of my house were awake to squish it! I decided that I just wouldn't get dressed. So, I went to school in my pajamas. Luckily the pep rally was a bit of an excuse and my cheer uniform was downstairs in the laundry room. Hunter made several comments all day about how I really must have tried my best to look good that day. What a jokester... Moral of the stories: Well, there isn't really one, I just hate spiders. Throw your hands in the air if you do too! All my love, Aleigh Joy