They've been reading my blog - they must have been, and now they're ganging up on me. It's an organised assault - on my nerves! This morning's specimen had quietly insinuated itself into the bedroom. There it hung, swaying slightly, on the bedroom ceiling, grinning triumphantly - well it probably was. I didn't actually get close enough to pick up on facial expressions.
I gave myself a very positive talking to. "It's a lot smaller than you," I said.
"It's probably far more frightened of you than you are of it." ("Are you sure about that?")
"It's not actually going to do any harm, now, is it?" ("Yes it is, it's going to move, it's going to travel round the bedroom, it's going to grow into a bigger spider. Maybe, one day it will drop on me from a great height like the ones in our Australian friend's story.")
Well, there was only one thing for it - it was either the hairspray and hoover method (You don't wanna know!) or call in the cavalry. Men - they're just SOOOOO useful! :)