I am in a deep state of shock. While spending a Saturday evening in my flat, happily playing Fifa 09 and chatting to Claire on MSN, one of the biggest spiders of all time casually walked from under my media centre, and into the room.
I would be lying if I said I didn’t jump up and run off screaming. The spider was massive – the size you would expect to find in the jungle! This is Somerset, though, not the Amazon! You shouldn’t be getting beasts this size in England!
Suffering from arachnophobia, I always have a tin of spider-killer to hand. I don’t like using it because of the chemicals it contains, but due to fear, I have absolutely no choice but to. Standing well, well back from the ferocious creature, I sprayed it. The spider then ran off behind by sofa – great! The only thing worse than having a spider in front of you, is having one in your house, but not knowing where it is!
It wasn’t long before the beast of Bath ran out from the sofa, looking for revenge. I was ready for it and unleashed half a can of spider killer onto it. This seemed to work and I was able to trap it under a pint glass.
It is now dead, but I am feeling far from safe. God knows how many others have found their way into my flat…
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