Creepy Crawlies

So, as I was finishing up packing my clothes for college, I was sitting on my bed watching, of all things, the Discovery Channel. Out of the corner of my eye, I see something dart across my floor, from a stack of papers to under a box of frames, much faster than something would have fallen. Honestly, my family has come across a little bit of a raoch problem, thanks to the animal food that resides in our house, so my first thought was of these disgusting, vile bugs. I hopped off of my new bed (which by the way, sits about six feet off the ground) and investigated. When I picked up the box, it scurried away again, towards a stack of DVD's I had leaning against my dresser. Now, I have dark blue carpeting in my room, that has white flecks to make it look like a sky, and against this I could tell that this was no round, chubby cockroach. It stood out more, and moved too damned fast too! So, one by one, I pull away the DVD's which casted a shadow where the litle bugger was hiding, not allowing me to see what the perpetrator was. As I pulled the last case away, it took off again, this time taking false assurance in the bottom of my dresser, right where it met the floor. This time, against the light faux-wood paneling, I saw that it was a hairy, quarter-sized spider. The first thing through my mind was "Wow... where the hell did that come from..." as I look at my bed and shudder. Bugs don't bother me, but to think of the crawling on me makes me jumpy. Looking around, I thought of a way to dispose of my little visitor that was, in a sense, less than welcome. I have a pen, in the shape of a baseball bat from the Bowie Baysox that reached my hand, but I decided against it, thinking the small diameter of the end would ultimately miss, causing the sucker to run again. After a moment's hesitation, I picked up an index card that had some notes on it from history class last year, and proceeded to jam it against the thing, pulling it away to survey my kill. I poked and prodded it, making sure it was dead before scooping it up and inspecting it. I don't think insects, aracnids or anything with more than two or four legs should have hair. That's what truley freaks me out, since this thing was covered in hair.

I then went out into the living room to show my dad what I had done, much like a three year old. Shoving it in his face and exclaiming "Daddy, look what I killed!" resulted in a recoil from him and an automatic shudder of disgust as he laid eyes on my prize. He has to be proud though, since I am one of those girls that can hold their own against the world of critters. Snakes, mice, bugs and spiders are no match against my index card wielding mightyness!