The "SPIDER" !!!!!!!!!!

I sometimes think that spiders are surely from hell.... And to make my hate for spiders worse, I have a pretty bad case of  arachnophobia. So with my hate for these horrible beings lingering around me, I just happen to run across a little grey ball of dust on my way up the stairs, and without really knowing what I was doing I was picking it up and turning to go throw it away. Then it moved...  SCREECH, SCREECH, SCREECH!!! The "dust ball" (or so it was called) was CLIMBING UP MY ARM! More screeching. I throw the "dust ball" on the stairs and start to run around the downstairs, screaming! When I finally come enough to my senses to look at what I had picked up, I saw a spider. Much more screeching. Quickly I grab a big boot and, while screeching, start to whack the spider! I whacked it *EIGHT* times before, while still screeching, pick it up in five layers of toilet paper and ,while still screeching ( and yelling curses at the spider), I flush it down the toilet. Finally I run up the stairs and sit down in the hallway to scared to move. My mother, annoyed that I made such a fuss over the spider, said that it was just a spider; but when I told her how it crawled up my arm, I burst into tears, fell into my mothers arms, and my mother started laughing.

What a way to start the day.