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I'm not normally freaked out at all by spiders (I too, am the spidah wrangler round my neck of the woods), but in my last place, I was sitting watching TV one evening when I sensed movement in my peripheral vision. I turned around, and on the back of my chair was a spider that, legs spread, was probably about the size of my hand. Most of that was it's legs, but there was a fat little silvery-green body in the centre and, I swear, a little octet of orange eyes. It was not of the UK, that's for sure.
I yelled at the top of my voice and slammed the seat cushions onto it. I'm glad it was my primate instincts that made me do that though. I mean, ergh, the thought of having that thing in the house, or even outside it, freaked me well out. Probably poisonous.
I moved out, for unrelated reasons, a month later. |
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