There is a fucking spider in my room that has been testing my ass for days. I just decided I was gonna end him when I saw him crawling above my desk. I picked up my trusty left adidas slide, smashed it against the wall, and what do you know? This fucker knows how to jump. He leaps like 3 feet off the wall horizontally (literally almost straight at me) and I jump back and knock over my McDonald’s cup and panic for a second, but then I start thinking. That little shit could easily just up and take my soul from me. All it would have to do is start jumping at me like a rabbit and I’d be donezo. Like how tf do you defend against something the size of a nickel that jumps towards you like 3 feet per second? With that thought I realized I have been straight defeated. Ain’t no way in hell that I could stop that thing. So if I end up dying before the semester starts, it probably ended up coming at me like that and started to nibble on me or sumn