Quarantine Story: A Ginormous Spider Took Over My Room!

BREAKING NEWS My room's been taken by a gigantic spider. SEND HELP ASAP.

I don't remember if I've talked about it before, I have a paralyzing fear of spiders, alive, dead, plastic, animated, you name it, I hate them. I don't know why or when it began, I just know I've always felt the same about them.

I'm appalled by what they do to me. Whenever I see one –inside my house or in/under my dog's house –I get chills no matter the size of the spider, once I see it, it automatically becomes harder for me to move.

I just stare at the spider, telling myself "you have to move", it takes all I've got to actually react after seeing one.

Obviously, the biggest, most disgusting spiders always find their way to my bedroom or my desk. Thankfully, my dad and I don't share the same phobia so he is always my saviour when it comes to eight legged beings. Only this time I was home alone with my sister, who was on a conference call and unable to come to my rescue. I rang up my dad, went straight to voicemail. I know what you're thinking "how was he going to help?", honestly, I needed him to help me through the phone –which was what my mum did when I phoned her.

She was the absolute best! She told me to go for the "anti señor cucarachon" (roughly translated to "the anti Mr. Cockroach") aka as the bug spray. Took me 3 full minutes to be able to spray the thing. No, I was not chasing it, I couldn't move.

That was taken with all the zoom an iPhone 7 can provide.

Here's a photo of the invader; I was full three meters away from it and look at it's size! Aussies please refrain from any comments, I know yours are bigger and scarier but for someone like me, this is a monster and yours are like out of this world.

And before you yell at me in the comments all the good things that spiders do, let me tell you that they do no good in my bedroom. I, even when paralyzed by the sight of them, have an accord with the eight legged beings; if I spot them in the garage or the garden, they're allowed to live happily ever after there, but don't they dare cross any threshold cause they dead. No second guessing, DEAD.

Yes, we've tried getting them outside to a tree or the grass, nonetheless, they kept coming. Thus the accord was born: they get inside they die, they stay outside the live. I spray my bedroom every three months or so to avoid this, but sometimes one gets in.

Anyone here has the same phobia? Let me know in the comments.

P.S. I'm going to have to sleep somewhere else tonight too, my room still smells like bug spray.

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