Falling, spiders, open water.

I seriously smurfing hate spiders. I'd be lying if I said I don't scream like a little girl if I even see one. I used to have a brown patterned bedspread and one day I go to lay down and I barely saw this giant brown spider (it looked like a brown recluse but everyone swears we don't have those here) on my pillow. It was massive, and that's not an exaggeration. Shrieking like a madman I pick up a shoe and swing at it only to miss, scare the bastard, and send him running under my pillow and down under my bed. I refused to sleep in my room until the damn thing was found.