Wednesday, 13 October 2010

Held hostage

Late last night and we’re laying on the couch in front of the telly and Lee gasped, I followed his gaze towards the biggest spider sauntering towards us on the living room floor. I grabbed hold of his shoe, horrified...he protests, but I wasn't about to use my flimsy shoe! So I threw a large plastic mixing bowl on top of it. We put a heavy piggy bank on top of the upturned bowl in case the brute managed to muscle his way out before we could decide what to do with him.

For forty five minutes we sat deliberating our predicament, the horror of the situation not lost on either of us.

I sensibly suggested we leave the mixing bowl as a permanent feature on our living room floor until we move, or we could call for help...the police or the fire brigade, his mum...Aidan even, he’s tough!

But we couldn’t sleep knowing it was there.

So Lee bravely slid some plastic under the bowl, together we slid the bowl, the spider and the plastic sheet into a bin bag, opened our sliding door and checking below to make sure no one was around, grabbed up the bag and hurled it from our fifth floor window. We jumped back from the window, shocked and doubled up in laughter.



1 comment:

  1. There's very little frivolity in your average house-spider...

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