Here was my night. After watching the new Big Brother (but of course!), Jon called and we were chatting it up. Well he was chatting and I was dozing, but don't tell him that. Anyhoo, it was about midnight when I started shrieking because there was a spider on the top of the wall at the head of my bed. Not just any spider, an EVIL spider. I promptly move my bed to the opposite side of the room and go and get the Raid. As I explain to Jon, no, I cannot just squish it because it involves my hand in proximity to it's evilness. So I'm like 10ft. form the spider and I start dousing it. It falls, I scream. Jon laughs. Hard. It's like running on the floor and I'm standing on my bed in the far corner trying not to awaken my parents. Or make Jon laugh anymore at my expense. So I slept in the far corner, suffocating with my face buried in the pillow and sweating under numerous blankets since I did not want the spider to get revenge on me in my sleep or to crawl into my mouth. Ugh!