Me:
Did you find the spider that was in our bed?
Boyfriend:
Yeaaaah...About that..it kind of got away?
Me:
I figured. Did you like shake out the blankets and make sure it wasn't hiding in there...-glance at bed-You just sat there...It was on me though and so I like brushed it off, and it ran towards you, and I was like where are you going and then it ran towards me.
Boyfriend:
-imitating the spider-Oh you wanna play some more, I have eight legs what about you?
Me:
-whining- I only have twoooooo.
Boyfriend:
Any way. If you find it, squish it..or catch it..I'm not going to ask you to do what I would do..It did invade your personal space.
Me:
I'm sorry for waking you up.
Boyfriend:
You should be. I was panicked.
Me:
You didn't look panicked, you just sort of calmly rolled off the bed, stood up, looked at me like 'what the fuck bro'.
Boyfriend:
Yeah pretty much.