Saturday, 2 August 2014

Thank goodness for that!

I just matched with a guy who claims to be an "excellent spider catcher."  I'm definitely going to add that to my list of criteria for the perfect husband.

Whenever I see a spider, people ask me why I don't just kill it; I wish it were that simple.  It's nice that, by sparing the spider's life, I look like a good person, but sadly that's only a small part of the reason I don't kill spiders.  I don't kill spiders because I'm too scared to get within touching distance of them.  Normally I stare at them until they run away under the door.

We recently had a large spider in our student house in Cardiff.  He came through a hole in the kitchen and decided to live in the doorway.  Not cool, guys.  I was leaping over him every time I got hungry for about a month.  It sounds hilarious but it's no joke when you've got a pint of lemonade in one hand and a something BURNY HOT fresh from the microwave in the other.

So all things considered, Aneesh the banisher of spiders seems like a good bet.

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