A Spider Nearly Killed Me! (Part Three)September 9, 2011
Sunday 4th September: 9.00 am
It had been two days since I slipped and fell in the bath, hitting my head and other parts of my poor old body. The aches and pains were increasing, the black eye I thought I had got away with decided to make an appearance and I became uncharacteristically emotional and at times close to tears as the shock finally kicked in. Arnica and Rescue Remedy became my new best friends.
Arnie and Res were helping me to level my emotions and work on healing my aches and pains. Later that evening, I settled down to watch The Killing, a brilliant Danish thriller series. Five minutes from the end of another gripping episode, something fleeting caught my eye. I turned to look at the floor near my feet. This is what I saw
It was either the original bath spider, or her sister, but to be honest with you, I didn’t care which it was. It was a big mother and I was shocked yet again. My feet shot off the floor, but there would be no accident this time as I was already sitting down. Let me tell you about those spiders: they know when you’re looking at them because they stop dead, almost taunting you, and then, when you turn around, they scuttle off really fast to who knows where. I made sure my bladder was emp-teeee and as dry as a bone that night, because I was not going to stumble around in the middle of the night to find myself face to face with that!
I’ll be better prepared next time. I’m already stocking up on mortar bombs and a helmet. I’m going medieval on that arachnid!
Friday 9th September
It’s a week to the day since it happened. I still haven’t stepped in the shower…