Contemplating whether or not my medicine is worth it (hearing my mother inside my head telling me to get out of bed and take my medicine...) I crawl out of bed and walk towards the kitchen. THANK GOODNESS I watch the ground when I walk because there was a man-eating taranchula directly in my path. **Note: Tarachula pictured is not to scale. The one in my house was FAR LARGER.
Now, I am not one to exaggerate. This spider was HUGE, maybe the size of a quarter. However, unlike the toad/frog and lizard-the-size-of-a-weenie-dog, I can kill spiders. Oh Yes, I can! And, I did. Yes, I did! I killed that little spider, with a smile on my face.
I felt like I could regain control at my home, which clearly has become a breeding ground for all things awful. While there were several other events with gross bugs this weekend, this all was in the span of 15 minutes. It possibly made the top 5 worst 15-minutes-of-my-life list. Gross.