Very traumatic night. A spider akin to a Mexican Bird-eating spider on the rampage. Threw towels and books on it and went to bed. Got up. Riverdanced over the towels for a good 10 minutes, lift up the towel, spider sitting there smoking a fag and eating a vindaloo. Successfully beat it to death with a shoe but it was a close call. Why do spiders have to exist? Up to 90 before I even have my breakfast.
Posted on: Sun, 18 Aug 2013 08:50:55 +0000
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