There really should be screens on the windows in this country.
I know, I know. The percentage of bugs and crawlies is too low to justify a complete shift in the manufacturing practices of UK home building, but still…
I just stepped stomped on a spider that, in a dimly lit room, looked big enough to be a mouse* and ran across the floor at least that fast.
I squealed and River Danced** till the confused intruder ran in enough of a predictable circle that I could stomp him.
It was big. In general, I don’t mind spiders. Don’t mistake this for some silly phobia. Not all spiders should die. Nope. Spiders are cool, but keep it out-the-fuck-side.
Comparatively, the UK doesn’t have much of a bug problem – you won’t hear the cacophony of an insect orchestra at night as you do in the US -¬†but damn! I swear island life has caused the spiders to inbreed to frightening sizes.
Like Face-huggers. Yeah, like in Aliens. Guess how well I’ll be sleeping tonight.
* Disclaimer: I like mice – I knew this was not a mouse.
** Apologies to the downstairs neighbour.