We are all in the gutter...

I'd forgotton about the huge bloody spiders in the country.  Have just seen two roughly the same size scurry from under my bed to the chair.  Fuck.  Am quite a bit freaking out.  I can only hope it's the same bloody spider who managed to double back without me seeing.  I've got the puppy sleeping at the foot of the bed... She managed to eat a Jenny Long Legs for me last night.  Fast fucking huge spider might be too much for her.  Argh.

Moths and midges and Jennys and Spiders... I'm not an insect friendly person.  Am terrified of spiders, but trying to be a grown up about it all.  Letting it go about its business unharmed.  (Mostly because I'm too scared to go hunting and it's nearly 4am which means too late to get out the hoover.)

Argh.

Was feeling quite happy and elated after finishing the eight chapter of Image of You, sitting here, musing through the friends page when that fucker scuttles past.

Am half considering sleeping on the sofa downstairs.  have done this before, only to be confronted with another spider twice the size.  GodDAMNIT.  Why must you torture me?

I should really buy insect killer and keep it with me at all time for peace at mind.  Yep.  I'm a murderous bitch.  It's so pathetic and illogical to be scared of spiders, but I cannot help myself.  Nor would I want to.  I do not want to be OK with spiders.  Ever.

On a happier note, Scotland did me proud today against Hearts Lithuania.

Sigh.  Am going to catch up on correspondance, re: reply to comments etc and think about sleeping if I haven't seen that eight legged arachnid bastard for a while.




And you know the irony?  Charlotte's Web was my favourite book as a child...