Nov 03, 2011 00:58
We're not the most domestic of households, with regards to our garden at least. The grass is grown enough that we can detract our carbon footprint from it.
The problem is vermin. Eight months ago, the cat woke me in the middle of the night to re-enact "Tale of the Great White Hunter: Mouse'. A month ago, I sat down in the bathroom and nearly screamed to see a cockroach on the wall next to the unit. Fortunately, Jack saved me there as well. This evening a Huntsman (also called a Tarantula) easily 5cm across was chased up my curtains after midnight in a thrilling reprisal of the above - The Great White Hunter and the Arachnid menace.
I suppose on one level it's impressive - the spider is as big as his face. On the other hand, I'm now sitting with my computer in the lounge. Spiders freak me out.
Should I ever write a horror story, they will feature with a vengeance. The cockroaches less so. Something just don't bare thinking on.
cockroaches,
spiders,
catantics,
sleep,
fear,
writing,
jackthecat