“You think that spider outside the bedroom was big – you didn’t see the one in our bedroom a couple of nights ago did you?”
“What spider?” Almost drops glass, but manages to cling on.
“It was on your side of the bed, just above the window. I’m amazed you didn’t see it.”
Wine starts to vibrate vigorously in glass. Tiny splashes land in my spinach and ricotta ravioli.
“Did you get rid of it?”
“Thought it best to leave it? More wine?”
Clutching at straws now. “Perhaps it was the same one that Indy caught. Perhaps it just looked smaller dead.”
“No it was much bigger and it was black. Tell you what it looked like – one of those that live in the funnel webs in the garage . . .”
Note here for anyone who hasn’t seen one of those tube web spiders – they are the vilest most menacing looking things and when you walk past, they sort of lunge at you! They do!
Maybe they are just ordinary house spiders, but I don't think so!
To me they look like Segestria Florentina. Believe me they sound a lot prettier than they look.
If they are what I think they are, they're big and they bite! They are the reason I will not go into our garage. I wouldn’t let Indy near one in case he got hurt!
Three o’clock this morning I was still wide awake reading my book and casting nervous glances around the room. Exotic tube web or ordinary old house spider - I no longer cared. I was convinced it was out to get me.
I wanted to open the window wider, but what if it was lurking in the folds of the curtains and fell on my head? I wanted to turn my pillow over, but what if it had come up the back of the bed and was sitting waiting to pounce?
“I don’t know what you’re worried about,” he said this morning as I dragged my weary self out of bed and examined the gigantic bags under my eyes. “How many times have you been attacked by a spider in your bed?”
Fair point dear husband, but tell me this. That bite you woke up with on your knee this morning . . . was it really a mozzie?