I should be sleeping, but a little while ago I came out of the bathroom and saw a movement in the corner of my eye. A cockroach! I peered behind the various things, a broom and a few cleaning things, a box, some junk... I think it was a big one. No, I was wrong it was a spider! I hate spiders. And this was the biggest spider I've ever seen not behind glass. I wasted a good deal of time trying to gauge how big it was, not as big as my hand, but bigger than my palm, I'd say 5 inches across. It had weird patterns on it too, it seemed to have a smile painted on it's back.

Needless to say, being a spider hater, there isn't much chance of me getting any good sleep tonight. My body was primed for combat, I was under the influence of adrenaline. How to kill it.

The worse part about this freakish beast, in addition to it's size, was it's speed. I can't even describe it, I'd be curious how many miles per hour it moved. But it moved almost faster than I could see, when it did move at all, watching me there on the wall, with it's creepy smile pattern. I had to go put on my shoes, there was no chance I'd let this thing run down the wall and across the floor and touch my naked feet!

The spider was in the same spot when I returned. Yes, it was in an inconvenient spot to kill, but it was a horrible creature. I had to kill it, I would not be able to step into the bathroom in the morning knowing I had not killed it, sleep might not come either. It was either him or me.

I won't try to make it sound anymore exciting that it really was, he dogged two stabs with a long handled cleaning implement. I must have awakened my room-mate with the light and by knocking over the ironing board. Like I said, he was lightning fast. He ended up under the box, which I pushed around until he flew out from under there and up a portion of wall onto a flat table-thing where we have a bunch of junk from the previous guy who lived here. I stabbed at him a couple times, but he was too fast. Once he was in the junk, boxes of stuff and plates and bags, I'd never find him.

But, he chose a poor hiding place: under a package of tissues, some of his legs sticking out from under the edge. This way he couldn't see me from above, the tissue package blocked his view. I may have done damage to my wrist bones I hit the top of that package so hard. It must have awakened my room-mate, even though I never heard anything from his room, maybe the spider already got to him.

So I won. The hand sized spider lost, he lost because he had poor decision making skills. He may have had a tremendous speed advantage and pure intimidatingness but his hiding place was the instrument of his death. Also his legs were longer than even he realized, they stuck out from his deadly hiding place.

I'm going to be worthless in the morning, it's been almost an hour, the adrenaline is wearing off.