...Otis?!

No. Freaking. Way.
OTIS IS ALIVE, YOU GUYS!

This morning, (well, like ten minutes ago) I opened my shades to find a little creepy crawly on my window sill. I freaked, like always. The little dude proceeded to crawl quickly all over my window, then onto my wall.
I was like, hey, you remind me of Otis...
WAIT A MINUTE.
OTIS?!
Have you been hiding in my window this whole time?!
So apparently, the spider in the bathroom was a FAKE.

I've been watching him for a long time now, and so far, he's been crawling on my Justin Bieber picture Daphney drew for me. Otis has taken a liking to the bloody hand. He's so freaking cool!
He crawled behind my mirror, and that's where he is now.
I wonder what he's doing back there...
...

Yeah.
Life is good.
Kind of.
Yes?
No?
Yes?
OKAY.

Anyways, I've been working on a movie and WHAT THE FUDGE?!
OTIS!

He's on my mirror! If he jumps down, he'll be on my make-up!
...Oh, nope. He decided to jump and landed on my bear.
GET OFF, OTIS! THIS IS CROSSING THE LINE!

...My momma heard me screaming at Otis and came in.
I asked her to murder my child and she gladly accepted.

The moral of this story: Spiders are evil.