When Living Alone Becomes Tricky Part 318
You can't just leave it because if you leave it, you won't know where it is and then how are you supposed to fall asleep that night and what if it just hangs out for days and days crawling over stuff?
And you can't grab something to squish it because you can't stand that sound and then you'd have to get rid of the dead spider ick anyway, plus it's bad luck, and, most importantly it's mean.
So because you live alone, you can't call on your roommate or boyfriend or parental unit to "deal with it" and have to make the decision on how to deal with it on your own.
And, since you HAVE to get the thing out of your apartment in some way (because locking yourself in your bedroom isn't going to solve the problem of getting up in the morning and wondering where it is) you have to decide what to do.
So you go and get your Swiffer broom and you start to chase the fellow (or lady, I didn't ask it) with the broom and eventually, after trying to escape (which causes a few jumpy jump jumps and cringes on your part) he decides to just hang on to the broom, which allows you to open your apartment door (yes, half-naked in your dressing gown, because you didn't think you'd have to open the door to anyone, or, um for any reason) and shake him off outside.
Except that maybe he doesn't want to let go. No matter how hard you shake and tap. And then you hear the neighbours opening their door and realize this is going to look really really weird, maybe even weirder than last time you did something like this, and just before you decide to chuck the whole Swiffer broom into the hall and shut the door, the spider decides to jump off. Finally.
And then you close the door and hope he decides to just really not come back (no offense Mister/Mrs Spider of Unusual Size) and you actually feel kind of proud of yourself for dealing with it all. by. yourself.