Spider - Personal Essay

Stepping out into the blazing heat, I sluggishly drag my feet across the parking lot towards my car as I weave through the maze of eager parents trying to pick up their children. It had been a long and tiring day at summer camp; the campers loved to smear the gooey paint all over the tables while creating their finger-painted monsters. I can’t wait to go home to eat my favorite chocolate chip cookies and take the longest nap of my life. I feel the heat rush out of my car as I pull open the heavy door to my silver Volvo. Then, I spot it. The paralyzing, eight-legged creature is dangling from its spindly web in my passenger seat.

A startled squeal slips out of me as I jump back away from the car at the speed of light. Panic fills my thoughts as I try to figure out how to get rid of the spider that is trying to kill me. I quickly dial my dad’s phone number because he is the one who usually slays these beasts for me. Panic consumes me as I hear the answering machine play my dad’s voice over the phone. Of course he does not answer when I am being attacked by a deadly spider. Alright, I can do this. I just need to kill it before it kills me. I open the backdoor of my car and choose an ragged, faded white towel as my murder weapon. I gather up all of the confidence that has been stored over my seventeen years of living, and stealthily approach the driver's seat. The sound of a towel thumping against leather fills my car as I muster all my strength to end this spider. Is it truly dead? Did I actually slay this awful beast or is it just waiting under the towel and plotting its revenge? I can’t find the courage to check on the spider because I used it all on my attempt of murdering the spider.

After many minutes of deep thought, I decide to go home because those chocolate chip cookies are really calling my name. I slowly lower my body onto the farthest edge of the seat and quickly slip my keys into the ignition. I speed down the street while

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