Friday, 9 September 2011
The spider drops a sprog
Ok ... Take a deep breath, fellow arachnophobes.
I made an error.
A serious error.
After mum put the tropical spider outside (see an illegal immigrant from Sri Lanka) I moved upstairs to my bedroom the bag which it had stowed away in. Today I came home from work to find that my mum's cleaner had tidied up my room (embarrassing at my age - I wish mum'd warn me when the cleaner's coming so I could pretend to be a normal, tidy adult).... I got changed into my pajamas and threw myself onto the beautifully-smoothed covers. Then I froze.
A tiny bundle of grey cotton appeared to be curled up on the bed next to me, about the size of a nail head. The voice of Reason (read: desperation) said this is a ball of grey, stripy cotton, from a grey, stripy item of clothing. I have no grey, stripy clothing, but let's ignore that for now, Reason says. My instinct said: this is a small, stripy tropical spider.
And so (trusting what I have been learning about empathy) I blew gently on the small ball of grey stripes, and it opened out into the unmistakeable form of a baby spider. The spider appeared to be emerging from some kind of grey blob.
I used the trap technique learned from my mother, humanely putting the baby outside to die of exposure. But I can't help but think this intruder won't be the last of his bloodline.
I think I'm in trouble.
Maybe it is just a coincidence. Surely some British spiders are grey and stripy? And who says all Sri Lankan spiders are dangerous just because they aren't from round here? I mean, that's RACIST!
Ok, look, does anyone have any advice?
And does anyone else's "voice of Reason" turn into a self-preservational sense of delusion at the first sign of danger?
(Just me, then.)
Posted by Georgia at 18:12