So funny story starts like this. I'm sitting in my room minding my own buisness when! I see something dark brown run across my floor. My first thought is, "am I tripping out?" No because I'm sober. Next thought is "maybe it louie (my dog)". NOPE Louie's not in the house. So holly crap I look down and its a big ass spider. About the size of two quarters!

I immedietly jump down proceed to find something to kill it. (Sorry not staying alive in my room) .

Motherfucker won't die.

(Forgot to mention I'm crashing at my moms for a few weeks.)

So I'm screaming at the top of my lungs at 2am. And no one even comes out of the room.

I finally think it's dead! THEN IT STARTS MOVING AGAIN!!

FINALLY! It dead. But I leaves a big brown spot on my carpet. My brother is dying on the floor laughing and I'm out of breath.

Yup. Thanks assholes for coming to help. (That being my family).

Next time I'm screaming fire!!!!

Oh I think it was a wolf spider