When I was camping out in the desert doing field archaeology, one HUGE sun spider (they're so ugly, they look like scorpions, fast too) decided to get in the tent with me and my sister, because she left the flap open or something, and I was sooo tired and my sister screached and was like, omg, Laura, there's a spider. And I'm REALLY scared of spiders, but I was so exhuasted, I replied, how big is it, if it's quarter sized or smaller, just go to bed... and she said, I don't know, it was like, the size of a quarter... and so I get out of my sleeping bag and start hunting... finally I see it and the thing is HUGE, way bigger than a quarter and I don't have shoes on and my sister does but she's so scared she won't step on it so I try to and the thing runs away into the corner... the guys hanging out at our bonfire come to investigate and they decide they're going to catch it and play with it, and then it gets lost in our stuff, so I'm saying fuck it I'm sleeping in the car, and our friend looks down as we're shaking stuff out and it's on his arm!! He screamed and hit it so hard he killed it. One of the guys from our archaeology squad picked it up and ate it later apparently.
I'm saying, put on some spider-ass-kicking boots and stomp that fucker!!
