Oh hell no, I saw the first "winter" spider in my room this morning, when I woke up. You know, those big brown hairy ones with thick legs. It's the first spider in my room (that I noticed) since the summer, but summer spiders are a lot less scary to me, they're those slow tiny ones with long legs.

It was just next to my clothes, on the wall, so I bitched out (I'm a guy in his early 20's, I know) and went to ask my father how I can catch it.

And then the horror-scenario happened. I came back a minute later in my room, and it wasn't where I last saw it. I had no idea where it was. Meaning the motherfucker was seeing me, and decided to move when I left the room.

Fuck no, fuck no, fuck no.