Posted by sean on April 12, 2007 at 10:12 pm in Spiders with No Comments

I feel sick. Sick with fear. This evening, I was unexpectedly attacked by a spider in the kitchen of my flat. It just sat on the kitchen floor, fearless, while I lay in the corner of the room, quivering like a beaten puppy.

Worst of all, my only means of defence, spider killing spray, was in the cupboard BEHIND where the spider was sat. I ran to the bathroom to collect the most unpleasant and dangerous looking chemical I could find – Cif Bathroom Mousse.

After emptying half a can of the cleaner onto the spider, it lay motionless. Taking no chances, I reached for the cupboard and pummelled the spider with Raid insect killer spray. I then manage to capture the beast under a glass and coffee mat.

The spider is still alive and held captive on my kitchen floor. I daren’t move the glass for fear of the spider escaping and running up my arm. I will have to wait for it to die. The glass is blocking my fridge, so retrieving food has become a major problem. There is also bathroom cleaner and insect poison all over the kitchen.

Can spiders eat through glass?

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