Okay, so it is currently 3:15am here in Scotland. About ten minutes ago, I saw a small spider with six legs running about the wall. I thought “Okay, just get a shoe or something a squash it really quick” so I did, I got a heart attack from that and need the bathroom after I did. So as I walked out the door, feeling proud that I went near a spider, in the corner of my eye, I saw another. This this was fricking huge. I had a heart attack and went running in the seating area, woke my dad up and he had to kill it. I’m still shaking from seeing it. Gah.
I wonder why I am so scared of spiders. I know alot of people have a phobia of them but mines is out of control. It’s there creepy little legs running about fast. 
I hope it’s dead now. I feel bad that it had to die because it was probably just trying to find a nice place to catch bugs but the look of them just makes me have a fit. Now I have to stay up all night because I am to scared to go back into the hallway. haha.
