8 legger alert!

I woke up at 6.20 this morning; I lay in bed listening to the rain beating against the window and realised that autumn is well and truly upon us here in Mid Wales. For me this means several things, the biggest issue being that all those huge and horrible spiders will suddenly make an appearance in our home.

Now I do understand that, like me, they would rather be warm and dry inside rather than wet and cold outside, but why can't they go next door? A few years ago, we were absolutely plagued by an army of enormous 8 leggers, I found them in the laundry basket, hiding in the tube of the spare loo roll and to my horror, one even appeared on Dave's shoulder whilst he was having a bath!

Over many things I am quite a normal calm woman and indeed spiders in my garden are not an issue. I love those cobwebs we find in summer that are full of tiny weeny spiders that if you touch the web, these little babies scamper in all directions, but... those big black crunchy beasts that inhabit my space from September onwards turn me into an hysterical and screaming girlie. Many a moment have been spent standing on the sofa (actually hopping from one foot to the other), shouting to Dave to rescue me from the advancing attack being launched across the drawing room carpet!

So this year I would like to think that I will not be so silly about those creatures that are, after all, just trying to survive the winter in the only way that they know how and that I will not have a conveniently placed size 9 shoe with me at all times, that I will not shriek and cry like a thing possessed and I won't become so paranoid that I check the loo roll before every use of the facilities.
That's how I would like it to be... but somehow I don't think it will be so.
Chat soon, Liz