The Clean Room

It all began yesterday afternoon. I was sitting on my bed talking to my mom (per usual) and I saw a SPIDER on the window by my bed. I wouldn't consider myself a total arachnophobe; I'm not afraid to squash a spider with a tissue or magazine (unlike my father who will literally kill all kinds of unpleasant things with his bare hands). However, seeing a yucky spider that close to my bed just makes a shiver run through my body. I do not want to be swallowing spiders in my sleep! (Is that "you swallow 3 spiders in your sleep per year" statistic even true? doubt it).

The normal person would have her boyfriend come kill it, but since my boyfriend was at class and is even more afraid of spiders than I am (*wink*), I had to take care of this little eight-legged menace myself.
No, I did not squash it with a tissue. What I did do, however, is I got some indoor bug killer and sprayed the shit out of my window. But upon spray, the little bugger disappeared. I knew what had to be done. The spider must die!

In the process of this spider hunt, I ended up FINALLY doing the inevitable-- cleaning my room. I'm not talking pick-up-clothes-off-the-floor, vacuum-the-carpet cleaning my room. I'm talking over-an-hour-scrubbing-the-blinds-alone, vacuuming-the-walls (oh mother, that was for you... but will the world ever understand us?), washing-the-curtains, throwing-away-all-of-my-college-papers-and-notebooks, etc-etc-etc cleaning my room. After just shy of 4 hours of this crusade, I go back over to the spider window to put the finishing Perfect Glass touches on the glass and what do I find? A little shriveled spider body on the window sill. TAKE THAT, SUCKAAA!

Sara: 1 , Spider Biatch: 0