I was taking a short break from bed-changing, laundry etc and having a quiet cuppa. I'm off coffee at present ( and no, I'm not pregnant). Sitting at the computer idling through my favourite blogs and suddenly I was aware, you know the feeling, that the corner held something I didn't want to see.
The dark patch in the corner was the biggest house-spider I've ever seen, much like the one in the picture (which incidentally I am avoiding looking at,) and not moving.
I stared at it for ages, about a millionth of a second, and tore out of the room to fetch my trusty dust-buster, long of handle and with the 'business end' about a metre from my hand. With my new-found, since John's death, totally fake courage, I opened the window wide and tried my usual manoeuvre of lifting it from underneath onto the nylon 'feathers'. It retracted some of its ten foot long legs and descended a further few inches nearer the floor.
Thoroughly alarmed by now, hair literally standing on end and talking at the top of my voice to the invader, I had another go. It dropped to the floor and while I stepped back in sheer terror, vanished.
Now I know it's here somewhere, but it is hiding and that is worse than seeing it.
It is absolutely no use anyone telling me, "they do a lot of good you know, keeping flies and other insects down, or even less use, "they are more scared of you than you are of them".
Want to bet!
The one in my office is bigger than the one in the Google image.