Wednesday, 30 May 2012
Arachnids and Phobes.
This morning at 6.00am I evicted last night's leggy visitor with the aid of my trusty long-handled dust buster.
I opened the window first and lofted him into the morning air to enjoy his first flying lesson.
Felt quite pleased with myself, not even a shiver, despite only about three hours sleep.
Oh how stupid to think the largish, thin-legged chap was a one off. I should have known better.
Just having a pre-bed wash and there in the corner of the bathroom was a huge - and I mean huge - black, thick-bodied beast about 3 inches across.
I beat a hasty, dripping retreat and tried to work on a strategy.
The dust-buster in hand I crept across the floor and attempted to edge it on to the nylon bushy end, but it scuttled away behind the wash-basin and vanished.
Yes I know they can't really vanish. I know they pop their bodies into any available crevice and drag their ghastly legs in after them, but there was no sign of it anywhere.
So far I've made three 'surprise' visits in the hope of catching it unawares, but spider don't do 'unawares'.
My father used to joke about my terror of spiders and quote "The coward dies a thousand deaths, the hero only one". To which I would reply "He who fights and runs away, lives to fight another day".
The only thing is, flight is not an option, and if I have to get out in the night (as it were) 'it' will be waiting for me. So now what do I do, hang from the ceiling like a bat for fear it will run over my feet? Or just sit up all night AGAIN?
Posted by Ray Barnes at 11:02:00 pm