The "Incident"

The "incident" happened a couple of weeks ago and I have been dealing with the consequences ever since. So here is a telling:

Since my room is in the basement, it has been a choice spot for spiders. I had gotten to know them pretty well and had no problem killing them (at least the small ones). One night, I killed two spiders before I went to bed and was sort of nervous until I fell asleep. At about 2:30 I woke up and went to the bathroom. I got back to my room where I proceeded to kill three spiders. I start to get back in bed and I see a spider run across the foot of my bed. I jump out of bed and fold my arms across my pounding heart. I was unsure of how big the spider was, I was only able to catch a glimpse of the color - brown. I start moving my sheets and the spider runs right under my sheets. This time I could see more details. He was big, and brown, but the important things was that he was big. There I am standing next to my bed on one foot folding my arms and I just start to cry. I stand there for five minutes crying before I realise that distance would probably help. I sit upstairs at my kitchen table where Icontinue crying for about 20 more minutes. By this time, it is two thirty and my senses start to come back to me. i realize that I should go upstairs and sleep in the extra bed. Unfortunately, I have to make about three trips back to my room because kept forgetting things. It took me another hour and a half to finally go back to sleep, and even then all I could ever think about was the movie "The Covenant."

For the following few days, I spent as little time as possible in my room and never touched my bed. I slowly adapted to the idea of a spider living in my bed and it didn't bother me too much. Unfortunately, I suffered a relapse of my arachniphobia and am now scared to death of the little things. Since then, I have lived through finding a spider in the lab and the teasing following the event the ended up with me on the counter and my hands folded for the rest of the day. I have also had another incident where a spider crawled on my and I cried again. And lastly, I was able to run up the stairs after I discovered one on a step.

After all of this, my dad finally decided to spray for spiders and give me some spray that will kill them on contact (one can only hope). I have had thoughts like, "I am a hundred times bigger that that spider, why did I run away?" I usually follow those thought up with, "Yeah, we should get some cake from Hacienda Colorado."