Slightly off topic, INCREDIBLY ridiculous

Imagine that you live in a place where you find the occasional spider meandering through, doing its daily (or nightly) routine; that you invite your best friend over to watch a favourite childhood movie and catch up; that she finds a large (not really) spider in your bathroom. Imagine you're both terrified of spiders.

Imagine you take an old plastic container and trap the spider; you shove the container into a corner so your friend can go to the bathroom and feel secure that the spider will not crawl on her; you both decide to put it out of your minds and begin the movie.

Imagine the movie ends and you've both got one thing on your mind: the GIANT spider; you start talking in hopes that the spider will die in its plastic tomb before you even think about getting up to check. Imagine it's still alive.

Imagine you decide to arm yourself with a rolled up newspaper and a spray bottle full of rubbing alcohol; you get into your shower (in order to protect yourself from said creepy-crawly) and crouch down, ready to strike when you lift the container. Imagine you're too frightened to lift the container.

Imagine your friend offers to crouch on the toilet and hold the spray bottle in case the spider manages to dodge your lethal newspaper blows; you stay there for at least two minutes trying to muster up the courage to remove the plastic container; you count 3... 2... 1!

BAM! spritz spritz BAM! BAM!


Amy and Friend: 1                Spidey: 0