<human>: Summarize the given text in a few sentences.

I'm glad I don't have arachnophobia.

Over the past couple of weeks, I have been getting a lot of spiders in my house. Like, *a lot.* I'll see 2-3 a day, and naturally, grab a tissue and knock 'em dead.

Well, today, as I was getting up to go to the bathroom, I noticed a spider on the ceiling. In no hurry, on the way out of the bathroom I grabbed some toilet paper to kill it with.

I'm pretty tall, so I'm able to reach the ceiling by barely jumping. So I jumped up and smashed it. This is where the fuck-up begins.

As I hit it, I sort of missed my target, and only injured the spider. But that didn't stop me from giving her an early delivery. Tons of baby spiders, only a millimeter or two in diameter, come raining down from the ceiling. 

Several fall into my hair, several onto my shoulders, and the vast majority of them fell onto the floor and scuttled off.

Well, I'm sort of freaking out at this point. Even though I'm not afraid of bugs, they're still kind of gross, and I didn't want to smash them with my bare feet. My number one priority was to make those babies into orphans by getting rid of the half-alive mama spider.

After taking care of that, I sighed in defeat as all of the spiders crawled to various places. Unfortunately, I had used the last of the toilet paper roll, and there wasn't anything left to grab before they crawled off. Oh well.
<bot>: I killed a pregnant spider on my ceiling, causing the babies to rain down from above all over me and the floor, and now my spider problem will be prolonged for many weeks to come.