A Dramatic Recollection

     I am readying for bed when from the edge of my vision I spy something scurrying, yes, scurrying, across my ceiling.  I look to see a spider, but not any spider.  It is the spider.  The spider of terror and fear and sleep deprivation.  His appearance in my room preventing any sleep at all.  Just nights earlier it violated my bed.  My bed.  On the floor I slept that night.  But here it lay, so vulnerable and defenseless.  No movement whatsoever from its' perch upon my ceiling.  As I desperately search for a weapon long enough to reach, to crush, to end my nightmare, it never moves.  Alas, no such weapons appear.  But then it is there.  A green ball, to serve a noble duty.  I snatch the ball from its' home and ready to throw.  The spider upon my ceiling has not moved.  I throw, but no, oh no, I miss.  But the thing does not move!  As if it welcomes the gigantic green orb to crush its' tiny body.  My second shot flies true and vanquishes the beast.  Or does it?  It is gone, but where?  I check the ball, but its' innards and crushed self are not strewn across the globe as I imagined.  It is now somewhere in my room!  I check the desk, bed, floor.  There! No..., just a fuzz.  But no! Next to the fuzz wriggles a vermin unlike any other.  it lives!  But is on its' back with several wounds.  I can take it.  I select a worthy book and begin my airstrike on the horrible, horrible creature.  The nightmare, is over.
     That is, until I realize I must remove its' corpse....