arachnids + recently removed wisdom teeth are not my thing.

my fear of spiders has grown quite significantly.
and that is due to an unfortunate event that occurred in the early hours of the morning.
and by early, i mean one o'clock am this morning.
i was having trouble sleeping as it is...my cheeks are the size of tangerines and i look like a cabbage patch doll...i'm truly in pain and i wish it would all go away.
but what happened was absolutely horrible. silly. but horrible.
i had finished my movie and i walked into my room to get into bed. i turned around to close the door.
and there it was.
big [like the size of a penny]. hairy. black and white. and perched like hawk on my wall.
i didn't scream. because my family was sleeping. but i did not move for a good five minutes and i did not take my eyes off the the wretched beast sitting on my wall.
i contemplated my options.
i could sit here all night and watch the spider. make sure it stayed out of my bed and only on the wall and have my dad kill it in the morning.
or.
i could just kill it myself.
i was so, so, so close to staying up all night, but i chose the more logical option.
i ran to the bathroom and came back with enough toilet paper to clog a toilet.
the spider was now a few inches higher than its last position.
i stood by the wall for another good five minutes and then i went in for the kill.
except it didn't die.
it was crawling up my arm.
i screamed and burst into tears. and it takes A LOT to make me cry.
like getting run over by a golf cart. [a story to be told in a future post.]
i brushed the beast off my arm and it fell to the ground. crawled towards my bed.
it was NOT going to sleep with me.
i picked up a shoe and beat it to the ground repeatedly. tears flooding my eyes.
the spider shriveled up, but i did not stop hitting it.
it was horrible and i cried myself to sleep.
i'm so pathetic. but i really, truly, deeply, passionately, madly loathe spiders.