i was in the loo just now and while i was sittin there chillin a spider just smaller than my palm came waltzing under the door and stopped dead in the middle of the floor

and im sitting there with my pants down like

oh fuck

i tried stamping my feet in case it got scared and ran away but it didnt, so i pulled up my pants slowly (eyeing the glen 20 in the corner) and then it ran back under the door

and i was like thank fuck it didnt actually run UP the door

then i opened the door and looked all around and couldnt see it and i was like oh man

so i put my foot down

and then i saw it blending into the tiles, right next to my foot

so i ran down the hall 

and mum thought i was raven running around

she said ‘how come you deal with frogs for me but you are scared of spiders’

i said im not scared of spiders in general, but its different when youre locked in a tiny room with no pants on