NOW I know I'm home...

I screamed, I'll admit it. I never scream, not even at snakes. But I screamed. You know how it is, just having a nice relaxing evening on the bed in the office watching a dvd when I felt an itchiness on my lower back, just at the top of my jeans. I just thought it was the tag or something: a reasonable assumption, one would suppose. No, no. Intruding on my skin was something hairier with more legs. There was that moment in between your hand touching something and your brain telling you what it is. That's when I instinctively flicked the spider off, ripped the covers off, jumped out of the bed, sent the cat flying, and lunged for the light switch. Can I just curse florescent lighting for just one moment?

Flick...flick...flickerdy...flick............It took WAY too long to come on.

Once the light was on (at last) the spider was on the curtains so I grabbed my nearby sandal and thumped it. That's about the same time I started breathing again. This is why mum can never get too antsy about me leaving my shoes around the house. Huntsmen are way too crunchy to take down with a tissue. I think it bit me, but I've put some eucalyptus oil on it and they're not poisonous. Just very hairy and quite huge. I HATE spiders. I can deal with all the other creepy crawlies but spiders are the silent sneaky ones.