Everyone in Bath seemed to be in awe, fear and excitement of the storms and lightning strikes last night. Reading through my Twitter feed, many were linking it to the Scottish independence votes, and the weather being an ominous sign of God getting angry. No it wasn’t!
Sadly, I was unable to appreciate the Biblical storm, due to living in fear, following the spider attack, which happened earlier in the evening. If God was indeed angry about the Scots, not only had he sent a big storm, but a plague of eight legged freaks.
The lights in our house were flicking on and off. Things looked bad. A power cut looked imminent. Given the recent spider encounter, a total blackout within the house would not have been good at all. Before bed, I intended to search all clothing, bed sheets, pillows for creepy crawlies… heck, I would have torn up the carpet if had we not put down a hefty deposit on our rented property.
Luckily, the lights did not go out, so I was able to complete all the necessary safety checks. I was not killed in my bed by spiders either, although as I am blogging, you probably already assumed that. I did have a disturbed night, however, as I was aware of the presence of what I believed to be millions of spiders in the bedroom, all ready to crawl on me and devour my body.
I hope tonight is spiderless.
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