The morning was quite ordinary. Standing at the stove and preparing a lazy breakfast, your roommate chased away the remnants of drowsiness while glancing at the notebook with notes from the last section of college.

But a few minutes later, all peace and quiet were suddenly destroyed when your piercing squeal sounded in the air throughout the apartment and forced Scaramouche to jump in surprise for a second, even scared.

Having come to his senses, although slightly confused, he quickly rushed from his place to the bathroom where you were. Having opened the doors, this picture appeared in front of him.. You were sitting in the very corner on the mirror table and it seemed like you were practically trying to climb onto the ceiling. Your face was white as a sheet, as if you had seen a ghost or a monster from some horror story.

"Hey! What happened to you? What are you doing? You feel bad? Are you hurt?" He bombarded you with questions and in the end you just tremblingly pointed to the shower stall where, by the way, the shower was still on and the water was flowing.

And a little spider was crawling along the wall. Scaramouche blinked, processing the situation. The spider was really small, about the size of his fingernail. Did you make such a fuss..

"Eh.? Really? What the hell..? Are you kidding?! It's small, you're a hundred times bigger than it! It's probably more afraid of you than you are of it!"