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Sunday, 21st September 2003

Lurking monsters, redux

Remember the giant spiders that our house appears to be slightly invested with?

I was sitting on the floor in my room two nights ago, writing in my big heavy notebook, when I suddenly noticed a very fast-moving shadow out of the corner of my eye. I turned my head just quickly enough to see one of our giant spiders (about three inches in diameter, if you're wondering) sprinting across the floor to duck under my bed, passing about eight inches away from me.

Needless to say, I let out an involuntary squeal and leapt onto my bed in a desperate attempt not to let the thing crawl over me. Further thinking (in fact, some thinking, forget the "further") led to the idea that (a), trying to clobber the spider with something heavy might be the best course of action (seeing as there was no one else awake upon whom I could call for assistance), and (b), I had in my hand a big, heavy notebook. Joy was found in the coalescence of these two ideas, so I crouched down beside my bed and gently hovered my notebook over the spider's head, whereby it speedily retreated further under the bed before I could bring the weight down to squash it.

I quickly brought out a torch so that I could spy the beast, but it had hidden in the shadows and I was worried to find that I couldn't see where it had gone. So I perched on the bed, reading, and trying not to imagine the spider crawling up the wall behind me and onto my bed.

To my relief, about twenty minutes later a three-inch dark blur scurried out from under my bed. Wasting no time, I grabbed my big heavy notebook and swiftly battered the spider senseless, squashing it against my bedside table amid cries of "Die, puny spider!" I left it in its squished state, not wanting to do anything further with it, and in the morning was relieved to see that it hadn't moved. Even so, I was reluctant to step out of bed; scared that if I put my foot on the floor it would suddenly spring back to life again. Luckily it didn't. Still, I maintain that it wasn't unreasonable for me to be so cautious.

Yes, I get rather nervous around large spiders. Why do you ask?

Comments

Eeewww!
I hate spiders! I probably would have screamed. I don't know why I react like that, but I just want to run as far away from them as possible. I'm glad we don't have very big spiders here. Even the small ones freak me out!

I had a spider doing the same thing the other night. Unfortunately I can't squish them, because then I'd have bits of spider on the floor and I'd have to disinfect whatever I used to squish them, which would be inconvenient if it was a book, and never step on that patch of floor again...

Paranoid? Me?

I've just killed a four-inch monster in my study. (Yeah, yeah, innuendo, whatever.) It thought it could hide behind a bag for a bit, so I pretended to read a book in order to lull it into a false sense of security, and then dropped a litter bin on it. 37.5% of its legs remain on the floor to mark the location of its demise. I'm currently trying to decide whether to clean it up or to leave it as a grim warning to further adventurous arachnids. Spiders hold no terrors for me.
Naturally, were it a wasp I'd still be hiding in another room and cowering like the pathetic baby that I am, but you didn't ask about wasps...

Very, very brave.

You're by no means alone. I just got to the end of a four day stand off with a beastie in the top corner of the bathroom. By Sunday I was beginning to thinking it was pulling a Blaine on me, but I finally found it trapped in the bath this morning.

Squish.

Aw...
Poor spider...
Maybe it was a nice one, like in Charlotte's Web.
:(

I used to love spiders a lot.
I don't hate them now, but the love is gone.

But I still prefer spiders to, those sickening MOSQUITOES. >___

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