Definition: In this task, you are given a Reddit post as a text. Your task is to generate a title for this text. The title should start with "TIFU by", followed by a situation that caused humor. The title should contain 7-12 words, ideally.
Input: Text: **[got s06e09 spoilers ahead]**  

this actually happened to me today. it was downright traumatizing, and i can barely type as my hands are still shaking.

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i woke up like any other day and went and took take a shower. 

upon exiting the shower and drying off, i put the gym shorts back on that i had slept in and went back to my room and donned a clean shirt. i combed my hair and then began gathering my laundry to run a load of dirties for the week. 
i'm pretty lazy, so my fleece sheets that i had washed and dried a week prior after switching to cotton sheets were still stuffed in a laundry basket. i started emptying the basket so i could use it to carry my dirties to the washer. i dumped the sheets on my bed and began checking the fitted sheet for other clothes that may have gotten stuck in it, as that has happened to me before. all clear, so i haphazardly folded it and stuck it up in the upper shelf of my closet and returned to the bed to get the rest.

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i'm grabbing another sheet when it happens.

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i feel something tickle my leg. and that was all it took. 

i ripped off my shorts, faster than a person whose shorts are on fire or a 25 year virgin ready to get laid for the first time. all in one swift movement. 

i'm standing there naked from the waist down and there goes a fucking tarantula scurrying across the carpet and that almost made my heart stop right there. i was done.

i knew i had to burn the house down and leave the state completely, never to return.

so i am freaking out, i don't know what to do i'm in a complete state of panic and my heart is pounding out of my chest and i can still feel where it was on my leg. 
i pinpoint its location because it is **not** going to run away like a little bitch after it just assaulted my very soul. i'm flustered trying to quickly decide what to do because i know that i'm going to need evidence for its heinous crimes. i'm attempting to take a photo and every time i look away at my phone it disappears, but i luckily spot it again. it's on my camera bag. 

then i'm trying to decide how to dispose of it. like, i am going to murder it, this spider gets the death penalty. 

so i grab a nearby boot and i swing. miss. it scurries. 

*swing.*

did i get it?

no, now it's upside down on the camera bag strap.

swing down once again and this time i nick it. it's still moving.

once more and i got it!  

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a wave of relief washes over me. i send a picture of its corpse to my mother while admitting my arsenic plans for the house, as we can no longer live here.
i then poke it with a pen to better see its true girth and surprise it's **still fucking alive like the cockroach that it is.**

and i'm like okay okay calm down. this isn't the end of the world.

and then i'm like: you're about to get ramsay boltened.

so i have it as my prisoner while i decide whether to burn it, drown it, or feed it to my dogs.

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i'm sitting on my bed, stunned and traumatized because a fucking spider of gargantuan proportions was in my shorts and violated my leg, and my personal space, and my very way of life. i need to book the next flight on the fuck outta here airways, catch the nope train all the way to fuckthisville.

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[ramsay bolton alive](http://i.imgur.com/lz3cxfv.png)

[ramsay bolton greatly injured](http://i.imgur.com/dpmbsyp.png)

TIFU by deciding to put my fleece sheets away in the closet for the summer