I wouldn't say I'm afraid of spiders. I just don't like sharing my bed with one. Or ten, which is about how many I've seen prancing around the house in the past 24 hours.
Last night I was curled up under the covers, just getting into my crisp new copy of Julie and Julia. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a black object race across our cream coloured carpet, quickly disappearing under the chest of drawers.
Surely that's not a spider. It's too big. OMG, it IS a spider. A huge black one with a fat hairy body the size of a 10P coin. My mind sped along -- did it spend its childhood in my room? How long does it take for a spider to get to that size? Are there (gasp) more of them?! I could just see a family of chunky spiders in the closet, deciding if their nightly entertainment should be duvet crawling or ceiling acrobatics...
