Arachnaphobia

So it turns out I'm terrified of spiders, and yes in the big sissy girly way of screaming and running around in circles trying to shake said spider from one's self.

We're moving out on Sunday and I took to cleaning the kitchen today. Everything was going fine til this massive (about 1 inch long) black spider drops on my arm, and so followed the screaming and running in circles. Anyway, a panic stricken phone call was made to Jamie from the living room (where I took refuge, spiders are usually found in kitchens and bathrooms, logic dictated I would be safe in the living room). I demanded Jamie return home from work and check for other spiders. Obviously the heartless cretin refused, so after a few moments of psyching myself up - Jamie said the spider was probably more scared than I was - I returned to the kitchen to continue the big clean.

About 30 minutes later the spider returned. Now, I don't think it's the same spider but Jamie does. My theory is, there is a whole family and of course as I probably killed the last one, this one is here to seek vengeance. Everything was going fine, cos he was on the ceiling and I could keep an eye on him while cleaning. Then he decided to walk down the wall behind the door, I lost track of him and left the room (I wasn't sreaming....but there were minor squeaks).

Of course I rang Jamie again but to no avail. I am in the internet cafe. Yes, I am hiding. I have no idea where the big bastard spider is but he's in my kitchen and I can't go in there anymore. A little melodramatic but if he's out for revenge I'm not hanging about. If you don't hear from me for a while, you'll know that him and his family have won!