Due to COVID-19 and quarantine, we’ve all had way too much time on our hands. This has caused many of us to notice the most random things which make us go crazy. As for me, I’ve noticed a lot of spiders.  

I was lying in bed, scrolling through my phone, when I looked up to see a long-bodied cellar spider hanging from the ceiling, just a few inches from my face. Great, just great. We already had a pandemic, quarantine, and bipolar weather, and now I have to deal with Mr. Cobwebs over here!

These spiders occupy every square inch of my room. In the past three days alone, I’ve already encountered three spiders. I know that an apple a day keeps the doctor away, but a spider a day? Not so much.

I’ve tried to come up with creative ways of getting rid of them: the good old trap-it-in-a-cup-and-run-for-the-door strategy, the instinctively-call-your-brother-who’s-the-designated-spider-terminator strategy, the accidentally-lose-it-and-freak-out strategy and the hurry-up-and-grab-the-bug-frying-racket strategy.

One morning when I opened my closet door, a hairy spider the size of a nickel ran across the floor right in front of me to hide by the sink. Unfortunately, my spider-catching brother forced me to take care of it myself this time. Which, as you probably guessed, means I didn’t. For all I know, that spider could still be under my bed, plotting revenge after witnessing me murder its friends.

So the next time you see the gigantic bags under my eyes, you can reasonably assume that it’s because I was up all night fearing the wrath of a vengeful arachnid.