It’s 10:22 pm. I’m sitting here, about to close out my internet windows and put this big oaf of a computer to sleep for the night. Wearing my PJ’s and a borrowed pair of (clean) underwear because I haven’t washed laundry in 32 months. (What will I do when my big sister moves out?)

(Sorry if that was a little TMI there.)

I was trying in vain to get the Chex Party Mix remains out of my teeth, my gaze wandering innocently around the room when I saw it;

A big, gross brown spider on the wall.

So, being the gutsy, I-am-woman-hear-me-roar type of gal I am, I grabbed the nearest handy thing – a tissue box – and killed the spider.

It’s crumbled remains still cling pitifully to the wall, a testament to my heroism.

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