[Kitsa]

I had a traumatic experience.

I was bored with my other projects and decided to do some spring-cleaning. We have a sofa bed that my grandmother gave me a few years ago. We'd only ever used it as a couch, and I don't know if she ever used it as a bed. Anyway, I thought I'd unfold it and clean it out.

So I unfold it and start vacuuming up the little dust globs, the standard crumby bits, all that. There's a gob of something dusty and brown and I assume that it's some stray couch stuffing. (FORESHADOWING FORESHADOWING FORESHADOWING)

As I'm vacuuming it reappears a couple of times and I impatiently bat it aside until I can get to it. Finally I get to the bottom of the mattress and there it is where I can get a close look.

And then I see that it's a dead spider, a little bigger than a ping-pong ball if you count the balled-up and still hairy legs. Probably closer to a golfball really.

If I'd had any presence of mind, I would have taken a pic of it and tried to ID it to see if it had come from wherever the couch was manufactured, or if it was something domestic. But I didn't, and instead I squeaked like a little girl and pointed the still-running vacuum at it and thwock it was gone.

I.....touched it. Uggggggghghghghghgh.