I was just in the shower, lathering my body with soap.

All of a sudden, the smallest spider descended from the ceiling.

Now, for millions of years, us beings and the insects have lived peacfully and in harmony.

However, everything changed when the spiders attacked.

I decided to put aside our fueding societies, and went on with my business.

Suddenly, with a menacing smirk, the spider started charging towards me.

For it's size, it was incredibly agile.

Fearing my life, I --a mere Air-bender in training-- mustered up all the air I could, trying to separate it from the moisture in the air, and sent a powerful wave to push my adversary back.

It crashed into the wall and was stunned, even if momentarily.

The deviant charged towards me again, this time with a vengance.

I knew that I had to act fact, but that special Air attack had practically drained my energy.

Looking to the side, I grabbed a conviently-placed backscratcher and mauled it into oblivion.

My hands metaphorically bloodied, I panted.

I had did it, I had won.

in other words: I was attacked by a spider in my shower.