Fear

I will confess that right at this moment, I am sitting on the couch in fear of a spider.  I was going on a cleaning spree, putting clothes away in my room and minding my own business when HELLO- spider just chillin' on my jeans on my bed.  AWFUL.  Truly and ridiculously awful.  Oh my word.  Freak Outville.  And after calling Kenny, as if he could help me from Kirkland, I sat and dawdled around Facebook for awhile, hoping to gather enough courage to go do something about it.  Finally, I grabbed the vaccuum and decide to just suck it up, which I could do from afar thanks to those handy extensions.
Bet you can't guess what happened.

He was gone.  I stare at the remaining pile of clothes and just think, "he could be anywhere."  Horrifying.  It makes it hard to breathe.  Now I stare down the hall at the abandoned vaccuum and the bedroom where he still must be and feel defeated.  I've also watched neighbors leave their houses and have been tempted to ask them for help.  I mean, come on- the people across the street leave their shoes OUTSIDE. They MUST be fine dealing with spiders, right?
I know this is stupid.  And I know it's irrational.  I am well aware that I am bigger/they're just as scared of me/they can't hurt me/yaddayaddayadda.  But I also know that as I near them, I get hot, can't breathe, the walls close in, and I want to cry. 
Now there's a spider loose in my room.  Perfect.  Just what I wanted.  This is definitely worst case scenario.  For me.  The spider picked the right house in which to live.
*shudder*