Posted by sean on April 17, 2009 at 10:27 pm in Bath City, Spiders, TBA with 1 Comment

After a really good evening at the Bath City Supporters Club Quiz Night, I settled down for the remainder of the evening with a beer in front of The Inbetweeners on TV.

My viewing was interrupted when I noticed a horrifying sight – the mother of all spiders running at high speed across the floor.

I have dealt with this terrifying situation before, but it never gets easier. I ran to the kitchen where I found my ‘spider killer’ and unleashed half a can onto it. After a hard-fought battled, I managed to trap the drug-induced monster under a pint glass (nothing else was big enough).

It is still alive and I am too scared to go near it. I may call the US Military in to interrogate it using water boarding to find out how it found its way into my flat and, more importantly, if it has brought any friends along.

To make matters worse, I posted a message on Facebook telling of my horror, only for the Bath City captain, Jim Rollo, to reply, ridiculing me for being “a big girl”!

One Response to Spider watch 2009 #2

  1. Rich

    April 17, 2009 - 11:04 pm

    He's got a point 🙂

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