Thursday, 8 August 2013
Spiders in the Bathroom!
I'm not afraid to admit that I'm not exactly a massive fan of spiders, but who is? Small spiders I'm fine with, although when we're talking small I'm talking about no bigger than the tip of my little finger. It’s the bigger spiders, with the long legs and an inhuman ability to move at blazing fast speeds that can send a shudder of revulsion through my body.
With that said I'm not a monster; I don’t kill spiders. I've been with people whose first impulse upon seeing a spider is to cry “KILL IT!” but I wasn't brought up to think like that. That spider has just as much right to be on this planet as we do, so why should we be allowed to kill it just because we don’t like it? Some people don’t like cats, but they don’t go around killing them.
My mum was a big lover of animals and would do her best to save spiders and other things from places they couldn't get out of. Spider in the bath? No worries, just grab a cup and fling it outside. Small fly drowning in a tiny bit of water? My mum would save it and put it on some toilet paper to dry. Yes, it sounds over the top but that was my mum for you. I tried to avoid explaining that throwing a spider outside would probably kill it anyway as it lives in our house for a reason, but I thought it was best to let her get on with it.
With all that said I still don’t like the little critters. I've seen some massive ones in my time, such as the photo on the right of one that I took in my shed. I remember once avoiding walking into my bedroom in the middle of the night because a large spider was dangling on a strand of web in front of my bedroom door. I spent over half-an-hour plucking up the courage to duck underneath it in complete darkness, silently praying that the draft from opening the door didn't sweep it towards me.
However, there was once a spider in my bathroom that I almost started calling my friend. Yes, I'm a little odd like that, but this spider would pop out of a tiny crack near the ceiling every time I had a shower. I’d like to think he was a bit interested in what would going on, and he’d stop to have a look at the water for a few minutes before turning around and going back into his little hovel. I named him Fred, and he remained for weeks – always coming out when I had a shower – before disappearing. So, not all spiders put me off – but Fred wasn't exactly the biggest spider in the world.
I should probably end this post, since I'm now telling the whole world that I named a spider Fred.
So long Fred.