I had forgotten about the parts of warm weather that I don’t like. I just walked into my room and saw a giant black spider as big as a small crab scuttling across my floor. And it was one of those creepy fast ones that run straight at your feet. And I have lots of random piles of clothes on the floor, and all I could think of was that spider crawling happily into a pile of clothes, spawning with another spider, and then two weeks later generous waves of little black spiders streaming out of all the little nooks and crannies of my room and up into my sheets while I sleep. So without thinking, I screeched, grabbed my desk stool, turned it upside-down and smashed it down against the *white* carpet, crushing the spider. Oops. I really don’t want to lift up that stool again, so I left it, in case it’s one of those invincible spiders that come back to life when you lift up your stool. Now I’ll probably trip over the upside-down stool’s legs tomorrow morning and land in dead spider guts and cry.
It was such a huge spider.