Growing up, well from about when I was 14 years old, my bedroom was in the basement which means spiders. There was one time that I found a spider on my bed 2 days in a row, & I had to have Rick, my brother, come in to kill them. Needless to say, I slept on the couch upstairs for a week. I've gotten better, but I still don't like them. I can kill a spider, either by squashing it or by picking it up very carefully in a tissue & then throwing it in the toilet. I like to watch them swim before I flush them to their death. Take that spiders...you come into my house you will DIE!!!
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oh man! You may not want to come to our house anymore. We've had an infestation of spiders, or at least it seems like it to me. I swear, they're all out to torture us! Especially those big ugly wolf spiders - yuck!!
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