Posted by sean on July 24, 2011 at 9:59 pm in Spiders with No Comments

Last week, I was caused more than my fair share of “mild peril”. Had the last week of my life been dramatised onto DVD, it would probably be given a 15 certificate for disturbing and frightening scenes. Yes… spiders really can be that scary.

Not one, but two invaded my flat last week. The first was waiting for me on the carpet as I walked in the door after football. It was rather late, so perhaps the spider thought it was my wife and was complaining about the time I had come home after football. Whatever. I had to deal with it. I chickened out of using my spider catcher and called upon the bug spray.

The next morning, “mild peril” turned to “shit your pants scary”. While dressing for work, I picked up a pair of trousers from the floor. A black ball fell to the carpet with a thud (no, I’m joking). Puzzled as to what this dark object could be, I studied it closely, only to jump back in fear when the black ball sprouted eight legs. Cue more bug spray and a glass to trap the beast for the day, while I went off to work.

Those people who say spiders are more scared of you than you are of them are clueless idiots.

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