I got a rather “abusive” call at work the other day, from my dear other half, about a little present I had left her, under a glass on the cooker.
As I was leaving at 5am, on the day in question, I pulled on my trusty old black hoodie and happened to catch out of the corner of my eye, what I thought was a thread on my shoulder. It wasn’t until I raised my hand to pull the offending thread off, that the 2 front legs of something raised up causing me to start trying to shake the thing off me whilst trying to get the hoodie off again. I thought I had a black widow on me, but luckily no. A house spider! Lucky me! It was however the biggest house spider I have had the misfortune of encountering.
I just thought I’d live it for the kids to see. Honest.
So you can imagine my trauma was in no way alleviated when I returned today, to be told that Sam had been emptying his rucksack onto the sofa, had sat down, then launched himself into the air when Leigh started screaming at him to “Get up! Get up!”
A very large, larger than we have yet encoutered, black widow was sitting next to him!
The critter was trapped under a tea towel, whilst Leigh grabbed a glass and came to an untimely end, under Leigh’s boot by the front door I’m afraid. (And I am begining to be very afraid!)
Suddenly Devon seems a whole lot more appealing….