Thirty six.

Stories that explain who I am a bit.

Part 7.

Today I found a spider in my room.

I don't deal with spiders very well.  Especially jumping ones.  This one, happened to be a jumper.

So I screamed (naturally), and yelled for my mom.  She was in the basement so she couldn't hear me.  The horrendous creature started to crawl towards my stuff.  

This was not acceptable.

I threw my sandal at it.

But it got away.

"You're mine" I said, mostly to convince myself I was capable of killing it.

I looked around for something to kill it with that was bigger and flatter than my sandal.

I spotted a big binder.

I picked up the binder and threw it on the spider.

Apparently this was not enough for me, maybe he survived the impact.

So I drop kicked my binder.

Who does that?

Anyways.

The spider is dead.  And my binder is broken.

The end.