An Out-of-Bed Experience
I am NOT an Arachnophob
Confessions of an Arachnophob in Denial
A week ago, I decided to clean my room (and for those who are common with this event, every time I do it, it is both needed greatly and an adventure). I sat down, cleaned up a lot of random papers and the like and went through a box. I looked around at the little pieces of who-knows-what littered around my room and decided I needed a vacuum. Simultaneously, I noticed the spider trap my dad had given me a week prior and decided to finally set it up under my bed.
I started taking out a few boxes and noticed that the walls had piles of dog hair lined up along the side. I took some more boxes out and then froze. Along the back wall under my bed was one, massive spider web. I frantically tore out everything from under my bed and everything from over my bed. I threw it all into a corner in my room (undoing my recent cleaning) and flipped the mattress over. Spider webs everywhere. I unconsciously reached down to scratch the recent spider bite on my leg. A burning rage began to flare in me as I looked at the webs. I rushed out of the room to prepare for the purge.