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"Death by Jumping Spider"

I don't know about you, but I think that would be one of the worst ways to go. I had just settled at my desk after doing a mini cool down work out on my floor (and got four bug bites in the procees! I really need to fix my vacuum because this floor is in serious need of cleaning). I opened my computer to check my email and do a bit of procrastination before studying for my physics exam, and noticed something crawling up my desk. One of the weirdest, scariest, craziest looking bugs of my life. It seemed like it was crawling backwards and had entire too many legs to be a fly or a spider. Turns out some of those legs were like little mouth flappy things. EW. It was a small spider, but a scary ass spider. I pointed it out to the roomie, who promptly told me it was a jumping spider, and right on cue, it jumped down a little ways on the shelf. I freaked the fuck out. Now, I'm usually okay with bugs as long as they're not really close to me/on me. Creepy crawlies scare the crap out of me, but if its a good distance away, with no chance it'll crawl on me, I can stay calm and execute a plan of action. A jumping spider is a completely different story. We immediately started yelling for one of my suitemates who is not squeamish about killing bugs like the roomie and I are, and after a couple of terrifying hops, the spider was no more. May you rest in peace, but thank god you're dead.

Something Wicked This Way Comes

There is something ominous about an empty lab in the morning. The low hum of the hoods accompanied by the still air is paradoxical. The sound of doors opening and closing can be heard, but no one is to be seen. What's even worse is that I'm stuck here in this unsettling place eating my breakfast so goddamn early in the morning because there are contractors working on the apartment. I even had to bring my tooth brush and everything since they are redoing the bathroom, just my luck. But if you have ever experienced the feeling of being the only one in a dark lab, I'm warning you there are worse things. Like living on the top floor of an apartment while workers bang on the roof literally directly over your head. Nothing like the unlocatable sounds of hammers to make a person paranoid. At one point, I was certain there was someone walking around in my room and I had to force my eyes open to check. Luckily for me, the contractors were late so instead of starting the work at 6:30, they started at 8:00. I wouldn't know what to do with myself if they came that early - usually I'm a pretty deep sleeper so I thought I would be able to sleep through it, but it's literally like they are banging on your head. Not a fan. Well, I'm off to go brush my teeth and what not and start my day - it feels like I'm living at the lab.