You hear Jackie screech from the living room and quickly rush off your bed, tripping over in the process, but you manage to run down the hallway in record time to spot her trembling in the corner.

"What?" you ask worriedly, thinking something horrible had happened. You walk up to her shaking form and put your hands on her shoulders, repeating your question. "Jackie? What happened?"

She points up to the wall while hiding her face in your neck, and when you spot the 8-legged creature crawling up to the corner, you nearly faint on the spot. "Spider. Fucking thing came out of nowhere and got its stupid webs on me. Please kill it, oh my God, if I have to go another second with it in here I'm gonna die." she yells, and you only laugh at her for a second before looking at it again and going numb.

You both hate spiders, which is unfortunate because everyone knows there HAS to be the designated spider killer in the relationship. Neither of you will kill the bugs in the house, you both just pray they find their way out or one of you works up the nerve to throw a shoe at it.

Which is exactly what you plan on doing to that spider, and you bring in a chair from the dining room over to where the spider is and quiver while standing up on it. You raise the shoe - your shoe, might I add, and attempt to throw it but your arm won't let you.

"Just throw it already!" Jackie whispers impatiently, and you scoff because she's not the one up here.