The other day I actually realized how frightened of spiders I actually am.  I was in the shower and it seems, looking back on it, that it was a scene from a scary movie or something.  I was standing in the shower – very usual for me in the morning.

I was, as normal, having a daily wash when a spider crawled along the edge of the bath and started to head for me.  I wondered what was going on and I always thought spiders didn’t like water and a wet atmosphere, so I thought nothing of it but was still frozen there sold.

It kept crawling towards me, fast dash, stop, then creep forward and so on until it got just a few centimeters from me on the side of the bath.  Needless to say at this point I was considering squishing it, but it was the largest one I have ever seen in my life and as big as my hand – scary indeed.

Then it just sat there for what seemed like ages, so I developed a plan.  I would get the shower head and wash it down the plughole, obviously being careful to get out of the path of it so it didn’t try to bit me or anything – I’ve seen that scary spider film you know.

Well, it worked, I wash the spider down the plughole, but to be certain I turned on both taps too, just to make sure that it was a gonner and wouldn’t be bothering me again.  Don’t know whether I will get over my fear of spiders, but won’t let one get near to me in the future either.