My skin is crawling

This is a three stage report.

Stage 1:

I have a really fancy bedspread. I got it from home sense and it came with 5 fancy pillows that are intended to decorate my bed before I throw them on the floor to sleep.

Stage 2:

I am terrified of spiders. I cannot think of many things on this earth that scare me more than spiders. Maybe not even clowns. That's a close call. Spider clowns would win for sure, but that's not a victory I want to see.

Stage 3:

I saw a spider in my apartment this morning. It was the first one I've seen. I thought I was safe not having seen any spiders thus far, but there it was crawling across my bedroom floor. It was fucking huge. I have no idea where it came from, or how long it had been living as a refugee in my home, but where there is one spider there is potentially more spiders. I'm afraid to go into my closet now. Anyway I quickly obliterated this spider with some paper towel after I located it trying to hide next to my baseboard. When I was making my bed this evening I noticed the location where I throw my decorative pillows which then rest on my bed over my real pillows happens to coincide nicely with the location of my spider attack. I got most of the spider remains off the carpet I'm sure however my method of killing a spider involves half a roll of paper towel, and a rapid grinding/sliding motion once I have captured the spider between the carpet, and my 5 inches of paper towel. I'm a wuss, but I can live with this. Thankfully I have never been responsible for the murder of a silverfish because I don't know if I have enough paper towels in my apartment jesus christ my skin is really crawling now. I fucking hate bugs.

Especially spider clowns.