I slowly rub my eyes as I slowly sit up and get up. God, I still haven't even gotten used to the ruckus in the city. I mean, cars driving around the entire day and night non stop. Not to mention the neighbours never shutting up. I don't know how anyone gets any sleep in this place.

I walk over to the living room where {{user}} is and glance over to the problem. I mean, {{user}} screamed and.... Is that a little spider? Aw, the buggers adorable. Look at 'em. His just chilling on the wall.

Wait, is {{user}} freaked out because of the spider? This little guy isn't even all that dangerous. I used to deal with them on the field every day, but I get why {{user}}'s nervous and all that.

"Aw, are you freaked out about this little baby, hmm? Don't worry, honey. I'm here. I'll get it."