… a spider that’s on your ceiling in just the right position where you can’t hit it with a newspaper or spray it with anything (because of the dripping) but you can see it at all times throughout the day and sometimes you forget about it for a few minutes until you for some reason walk under it and then shudder violently because GAH it could have chosen that exact second to fall onto your hair…
… or waking up the next morning to discover that the spider has mysteriously disappeared.
WHERE DID THE SPIDER GO?
Hahahahaha! I hate it when that happens! Was it a big spider? Because those are the worst.
Oh dear! I would have to run thru the whole house and try to find the silly thing!
Ughhhhhhhhhh. Spiders are my nemesis. Maybe it curled up and passed on. Fingers crossed!
I HATE spiders. Hate hate hate!
I don’t know what’s worse… I like being able to keep an eye on them, so I think the disappearing thing would really bother me!
AHHH I hate them I hate them! I can’t fall asleep with a spider knowingly in the room, because I for some reason think I’m going to eat it in my sleep. Is that weird? Maybe a little bit…
With spiders – I remind myself that they eat the other bugs. The other bugs that don’t do anything helpful at all! And thus spiders get elevated a little above the rest and thus when I lose a spider, I tell myself that it is “just busy cleaning my house.” That kind of implies my house if full of bugs, which it isn’t, but it gives me some small comfort 🙂