Eight-Legged Freak.

Here's the thing.
So I died.
Nearly.
Only 20 minutes ago, I was ever so innocently watching the Secret Life of the American Teenager in my room. It was a tearjearker, because Grace Bowman'n dad died, and she blamed herself for various reasons. But that is not why I died.
Anywho, I was just sitting in my chair when Braadyn comes in and asks me to open his popsicle, and when I lean over to the trash can to throw away the wrapper, I saw IT.
IT was none other than an awfully-atrocious-despicably-nauseating-wretched-HUGE-scum of the Earth-freaking member of the arachnid family that decided to alienate my peaceful bedroom and creep around like it owned the place.
Well I stopped breathing for who knows how long and just stared at it. Then Bradyn started laughing and admiring it (wierdo??!?!?!?!?!?!) so I came to my senses and snatched up the nearest squishing object-an empty coke bottle and began hopelessly beating at the creature, who I will now name Icky Igor, and was so freaky and spastic, that it escaped.
That was when I started hyperventilating, because it just dissappeared and all I could think of was waking up in the middle of the night to find it crawling on my face and dying of a stroke.
So I was about to faint, when I saw it scurrying across the floor 10 feet away on the other side of my room. I threw the closet door open, grabbed my character shoe, lunged at Icky Igor and smacked him with so much force that I think I shook the entire house.
Then I got the coke bottle and scooped it up into it and ran into the playroom and gave it to my brother and his friend who took it from my hands like it was chocolate cake.

And now I sit in my room still shaking and breathing heavily, trying to explain my brush with Death. I might go sleep on the couch tonight.