Ew.

          I know I should be in bed right now - honestly, I should have been in bed an hour and a half ago, if I had followed my homework schedule that I made for myself (but somehow I can never quite stick to them).
          But I had to tell about my latest adventure, and oh, it was quite the disgusting one.
          I was sitting on my floor getting my school stuff in my backpack for tomorrow, when I looked up at my ceiling and noticed two little blobs moving around. Note to self: moving blobs on a ceiling are not normal. To my disgust, I discovered that they were spiders. They must have known that my dad wouldn't be able to come and kill them for me tonight!
          The small red one started moving around, scurrying like spiders do - oh, it just makes me shudder to think about. It happened to scuttle just a little too close to the big one and just like that, he was a goner.
          Of course, in the process of gobbling up the little one, the big one fell to my floor, where it happened to camouflage perfectly with my carpet - just lovely. At this point I was perched on the edge of my bed, trying not to loose sight of it. I was scared to get off my bed to get a shoe, but I was most certainly not willing to wake up with this thing on my pillow! I hopped of my bed, grabbed my black sunday flats, for lack of a better squishing device (honestly, I wanted to use a text book, but then I decided carrying spider guts around all day tomorrow did not sound very appealing!). I quickly scrambled back to the bed, and luckily found the spider on my floor again. Just as it was trying to make it's escape to the shadows under my bed, I smacked it with a satisfying thud.
          The only problem: I can't find it's guts anywhere.
          This is sort of an issue. Normally, I can't be in the same room as a spider being killed, let alone do it myself. I absolutely hate them, but for some reason I just can't stand being the one to squish them. So basically, the fact that I even took the initiative to kill one tonight was quite an accomplishment.
          But now? Who knows where the spider is? Definitely not me! Is squished in the carpet somewhere? On my shoe? Heaven forbid, on ME? Did it escape all together? Ew. And tomorrow, if I step on it somehow, I promise that you will hear my scream, where ever you are.