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One words: spider phobia. Or arachnophobia.

For a long time I just stood up to collect myself. I disconnected my floor lamp and used it as a stick. The spider had fallen asleep on the wooden parrot hanging in the window – it looked just as scared as I did actually. I managed to put down the spider on my bed, and it was then I quickly put a glass jar over it. This entire installation is now, with a postcard under it, standing outside my door. Mum gets to take care of it in the tomorrow morning.

Have fun mum, have fun.

Now I should go to bed. It’s almost 3 AM. Darned spider, scaring me like that! I’m never opening my window again. Because that’s how you came inside, didn’t you? You thought that you could get a free room for the night. Sorry, but not in my room.

I’m sorry it had to end this way, little spider. But it’s best for the both of us. I hope there’ll be enough of oxygen for you to survive the rest of the night. It’s three hours left until you’ll be discovered, I think.