While making our bed this morning (Woody never understands why I do this everyday as we just sleep in it again that night, but it makes the house feel clean to me), I killed a spider the size of a quarter. People, I am not exaggerating. Just writing about it gives me the heebie-jeebies. I think it was hiding out in the decorate pillows I throw on the floor at night because when I was finished making the bed, he scurried across the bed. IIIIcccckkkk!
Now I feel the need to have a full body shake, then thoroughly clean the entire house from top to bottom to scare out any other spiders that may be hiding out. I think I deserve a metal for killing the spider. Oh, and I should clean the remote control I killed it with (no shoes within arm's reach).
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