Thursday, 26 May 2016
I suppose 'they' could have been lurking here in dark corners for a while but I suspect this is a new team sent to raise hair on necks.
A couple of days ago reaching for the hand towel in the kitchen I just managed in time to spot a large thick-legged member of the species squatting in all its ghastly leggy blackness waiting for my unsuspecting fingers, with an evil glint in its eye.
Opening the back door I shook the towel out into the garden and saw it scuttle off at speed.
The usual feeling of panic subsided slowly and I gradually lowered my guard and began to move around the house more naturally again.
Then last evening/night I was about to go to bed when I saw a suspicious movement against the skirting board of the office.
Reaching for the waste-paper bin I grabbed my long-handled feather duster and advanced on the enemy which suddenly shot behind the bookcase. With a "damn you stay there" I poked at the edge of the bookcase, to no avail.
It appears to have vanished - but - I know better. It is just waiting for me to drop my guard again and out it will come
What instinct is it that prompts these horrible creatures to choose the worst possible moment to 'drop' in? How do they know we are just relaxing and ready for bed, or settling comfortably to read and how much does it amuse them to know the fear and agitation they cause in cowardly hearts like mine?
This is only the beginning of the season. HELP.
Posted by Ray Barnes at 11:53:00 am