Godzilla spider encounter number three fucking million:
Minding my own business when this beast starts sprinting across the wooden panelling in the bathroom. I almost choked on my toothbrush. This thing looked like the face hugger out of Alien, swear to God. Certain events unfolded where the spider ended up in the sink and I was standing there with a broken toilet brush cleaner thingy, yes I tried to jab it with it and yes the spider decided to run onto the toilet brush and I threw it in the sink. I promptly drowned the fucker, to which it almost jumped out of the sink, but I got it. It was so big it couldn’t even fit down the plug hole. This is a terrible account for animal cruelty which I am so passionately against, but these things are what my nightmares are made, I literally cannot sleep because of them, I have become so paranoid because of them, my phobia has reached such a point that it’s ruining my life. I have to kill them, it makes me feel better knowing that that one won’t come back and scare the living bejesus out of me. I feel like crying. It’s terrible because the spiders are like anything else, just trying to get by with life and here I am thinking I am some superior being that has to kill it because I am scared of it. It’s shocking and I hate myself for it but I can’t help this phobia.