That says it all, really. I was coming along great on my closet this morning when I found a rather large spider in my stuff.
I despise spiders. Really. They're...eeewww. I just don't like them. I can't even read spider books. (Hangman's Curse was a darn good book...except for all the spiders. Ew.)
I got myself together enough to put on thick socks and sneaker, kill it, and suck it into the Dustbuster before I ran screaming from the room. Except without the screaming. Didn't want to scare anyone.
The stupid thing had better be dead.