Three Icks This Way Came

Ick: noun. An unpleasant and/or disgusting, frightening, or creepy situation or event. (Source: Ickaliscious Dictionary)

I have experienced three icks this week. The first was on Saturday night. I was sitting at my computer, like I am now, and out of the corner of my eye I saw this shape move onto the carpet. Turns out it was a positively huge spider that had crawled out from under Rebecca's bed. Well, it was lucky that I had a shoe nearby because, despite my fearful dislike of spiders, if they are within my room, I must kill them, and this one was too big to kill with my bare hand or foot. I left it there under my shoe to show to Becca when she returned that night, or at least that's what I told her. In reality, I just didn't want to think of it anymore - it creeped me out so much - so I just left it under my shoe so I didn't have to think about it.

The second ick occured earlier today. Someone - I've narrowed it down to one of 6 girls who currently reside in this suite - vomited in the bathroom. In a toilet? Nope. In the trashcan. Now, I have pity for anyone who's sick to their stomach - I'd rather let someone slice my leg open rather than suffer the slightest bit of gastrointestinal pain, I dislike it so - but still...the trashcan? Couldn't they at least have the decency to warn someone after they were finished? Well, they didn't. Instead, they relied on the scent of stomach acid mingling with partially digested foods to serve as a warning to all who entered the suite: Beware of Vomit. After a few hours of the stench, I finally went into the bathroom, grabbed the trash bag, took it outside and threw it into the dumpster, and then went back into the bathroom to vigorously wash my hands.

The third ick happened maybe an hour or two ago. I was sitting on my bed, working on some Biotechnology homework when another shape crawled just on the outside of my peripheral vision, but instead of being a few feet away, this one was merely inches away. Luckily, the spider was very tiny, maybe the size of my pinkie nail, if that. Unfortunately, it was so small that I couldn't see if I killed it or not. Hence my starting every time I feel the slightest breath of something on my skin.