Under siege!Although I'll put a tough face on it in public, in private I'll admit that I really didn't know what I was getting myself into. I mean who would have thought that two weeks later I'd still be stood here and be involved in a seemingly never ending conflict?
After the first one I thought it would be a walk in the park. We had a bit of a laugh and I even did that speach on the USS Abraham Lincoln saying that the war was over.
And now here I am two weeks later, still shaking out every item of clothing before putting it on and wearing my shoes in the house messing up my carpet but on the plus side - I have taken the spider death count up to 6.
- Number 1: Picked up in tissue paper and drowned by my Canadian Girlfriend.
- Number 2: Slaughtered using the Manchester Evening News and then vacuumed up after trying to hide in the pile of workout clothes I had just washed (and then had to wash again because there were spider bits everywhere)
- Number 3: Sucked up by the vacuum after trying to hide in the corner of the room.
- Number 4: I'd had enough by this point so this one was shown no mercy. As it ran across the floor towards the coffee table, I just dropped the Ikea Catalogue on its head.
- Number 5: A tough little S.O.B. After hiding under my desk and refusing to come out despite being prodded with a clothes hanger by My Canadian Girlfriend, we used the old bait and bash trick on it. I stood by the door and as it ran menacingly towards me with me backing away, it was sucked up in the vacuum by My Canadian Girlfriend who was lying in wait for it.
- Number 6: I felt bad about this one - like I'd crossed some sort of line. It was on the wing mirror this morning when I set off to work. It hung on for quite a while until I went round a mini roundabout and then it was flung off. So there is actually a point to those little white things on the road.
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