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Spider season
It's that time of year again. The other night I was sitting in the living room, minding my own business with laptop on coffee table, and a spider the size of a mouse scuttled out from under the sofa.
OK, it was dark and I'm a spider wimp and maybe it wasn't quite that big, but you know the type: the ones whose legs don't all fit under a glass, that make an audible flop when they fall on the floor, and seem to *lurch* when they walk, like their own body weight is dragging them down. I mean, this one was big enough to be visible in dim light against the pattern of a red Persian rug. And that's just the latest of four monster encounters this fortnight. I don't mind spiders in general, but I hate these hulking, scrabbly, lopsided beasts. Ackkkk.
OK, it was dark and I'm a spider wimp and maybe it wasn't quite that big, but you know the type: the ones whose legs don't all fit under a glass, that make an audible flop when they fall on the floor, and seem to *lurch* when they walk, like their own body weight is dragging them down. I mean, this one was big enough to be visible in dim light against the pattern of a red Persian rug. And that's just the latest of four monster encounters this fortnight. I don't mind spiders in general, but I hate these hulking, scrabbly, lopsided beasts. Ackkkk.