Spider girl

eek! it's so icky!

I was sleeping in Sunday, enjoying being just a big lifeless blob of goo when I hear someone banging on my door. I get up and look through the peephole and I see that it's my downstairs neighbor who looked pretty freaked out. I quickly put on some clothes and opened the door thinking that she had just been robbed, attacked or there was a fire or something really bad. I asked her if she was alright because she was literally shaking like a leaf, pale as a sheet and on the verge of tears. Well it turned out that the big emergency was...... a spider. That's right... a fucking spider. I looked at her, trying to keep my cool and asked her how big the spider was. She showed me by using her index finger and thumb and apparently it was about as big as a pencil head eraser. Man, I thought it was some sort of joke, but she was dead serious. I've never actually seen someone with a clear cut case of arachnophobia until now.



Anyway, she obviously knocked on her my other neighbor's door while I was getting dressed because he came out and asked what was wrong. He also seemed REALLY eagar to help her out, being the single guy that he is. I just closed my door and let the "hero" handle the spider slaying duties and went back to bed.



Apparently, he wasn't very effective at it since I heard the girl screaming downstairs a few minutes later. Oh well...maybe a love connection was made.