Heh. What do you know? I did wash the walls. A little. Spot cleaned them. Cleaned the spots of coffee off them, more correctly. Anyway, I must have pissed a spider off with my destruction of its web in my wanton and thoughtless acts of cleaning. I woke up just after midnight to the feeling of something crawling around on my head. Somehow half-asleep I figured out that it must have been a spider. Without moving the rest of my body, I flicked it off my head with my hand, then batted it across the room while it was in mid air, using my hand like a paddle. I heard the spider hit the wall on the other side of the room. That will teach it for seeking retribution! If it all really happened, that is. Might've dreamed it. I find it hard to believe I managed such feats of dexterity while laying facedown, in the dark, half asleep.