They don't normally worry me but this one looked like a cow-killer. It must have squeezed through the cat flap or perhaps crawled in when we left the patio doors open. Either way it was now sitting on the third step of the stairs and blocking our path to bed. We don't generally kill bugs in our house and besides I didn't really fancy my chances one-on-one without the assistance of some heavy calibre weaponry. And we've not long decorated.
Some spiders are long-legged but spindly. Not this baby. Oh no. Big fat hairy legs and a body the size of a football. It stood a proud two inches across, toe to toe.
I captured the beast using a large mug but my nerves weren't settled by the sound of it tapping on the inside of the china. I managed to lift it off the ground but it stepped effortlessly out of the cup and jumped to the floor. It ran in one direction and we ran in the other.
After a fitful night of hairy dreams, I half expected to see it curled up asleep on the sofa when I came downstairs this morning. It wasn’t. It was somewhere else.
Which is all the more worrying!
Posted by: Ian | Tuesday, 15 August 2006 at 02:32 PM