CRAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPP

remember that time i said i loved this girl because she is so smart and witty and she totally gets me?
and that time in one of her posts where a spider died a slow horrible death and would probly be avenged by a spider army? and when i made a little link to that post because it so perfectly described my relationship with spiders? 

well her dear little spider's army is IN. MY. BATHROOM. ON. THE. CEILING. 

regardless is the fact that it is an army of one. 
very much NOT regardless is the fact that i have to kill it before i will be able to sleep.  and then i might not be able to sleep because i will be scared that more will be in my bed. and under my bed.  and waiting to crawl in between the cracks of my window screen. 

oh. no.

if i don't answer my phone tomorrow it's because i'm dead of spider venom.

here's the scenario that keeps running through my head: 
i get brave enough to climb on the bathtub to kill it, then get scared and fall off and break my neck and get paralyzed, and then the little bugger crawls down and i have to be paralyzed and watch it crawling on me and biting to me, which then leads to a slow, burning, painful death. 
the end.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH  how will i ever sleep again?

wish me luck....

is it too late to call someone for some moral support?  and by 'moral support' i mean, someone who could come kill it for me???