It was a normal morning.
I had partaken of my breakfast, fruit, muesli, toast and coffee, tidied
up around the house, made my bed and entered the shower after taking off my
FitBit and glasses. I sloshed the washer
with shower gel around my body until my eyes set on a black blurry spot near the
bottom of the shower screen. How I
wished I could still wear my glasses and see things as I took my morning
shower! I tried to focus, without
success and no choice but to stand as far away as I could, and hope that it
remained in situ, until I finished my shower.
Within seconds though, the black
blob started to move up the shower wall!
Centimetre by centimetre it slowly edged upwards. I quickly rinsed and escaped out of the
shower, sloshing water all over the bathroom floor in my efforts to
escape. I made a hasty grab for my
glasses, which were sitting on the side of the hand basin, pushed them onto my
head and peered gingerly through the open shower door. Mr Spider was still slowly climbing
upwards. I backpedalled quickly and set
out to the kitchen and my can of Mortein.
I returned and before Mr Spider could torment me further I sprayed and
sprayed until it dropped to the floor, ran a short distance and hid under the
anti-slip mat. Later on in the day, when rigor mortis had set in, I carefully
picked him up with a tissue and flushed him away. Never
will that spider terrorise me again!
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