I don't think anybody on the face of this planet could ever comprehend how much I hate spiders, except maybe Cyn. But even she cannot empathize with how much I fear and abhor even the tiniest of them.

Do you know how many times I have fled the shower in the past week, arms flailing in the air? It is truly a matter of terror, being half blind in the shower and seeing a faint impression of a spider gliding down from the wall and dangling right above your head. Today took the cake, as it was TWO mini-spiders dangling together from a single thread, and I think one of them was dead. EWWWWW. WHY would they choose to venture on a hang-gliding adventure when water is spraying so close to them? I guess it truly is their version of an extreme sport. Fucking assholes.

And now I keep getting paranoid and thinking my HAIR is a spider!