There's a spider in my room.  It's pretty big, so it's not hard to spot as it crawls from piece of furniture to piece of furniture.  It's pretty infuriating, really.  Every time I get close to splattling it, it crawls out of reach behind some misscelaneous something.  And I know I'll be thinking about it as I go to sleep.  What's it waiting for?  Why is it there?  Is it plotting against me, waiting for the embrace of nocturnae to lower my gaurd.  Maybe it's its mere presense which is my bane; it could have shown up only to induce paranoia  Maybe it's an omen to make me think of something other than what harm could befall me; a warning.  Is it a messenger of what's to come?

I should stop leaving food in my room.