I was sitting there, next to my man, having my morning yoghurt with cereal, reading the newspaper, a calm moment a normal working morning before rushing off to the office. And then, through the corner of my eye, right next to my elbow, crawling swiftly on the windowstill, a HUGE, BLACK, HAIRY spider... I screamed and was at the other end of the kitchen within hundreth of seconds!! My man almost got a heartattack! ( from me screaming). Bundy came running to my rescue ! Then the spider had disappeared. The only thing worse than a HUGE, BLACK, HAIRY spider, is a HUGE BLACK HAIRY spider all of a sudden gone. Where did it go? And worse - when will it attack me again?! Bundy was all excited of this all of a sudden against normal morning action, my man still panting from the shock I'd given him - and THERE IT WAS AGAIN!! ON THE FLOOR! KILL IT! TAKE IT! HELP!
My man - now able to breathe again - took some paper, squelched the invader, and peace and calm re-emerged....
Pffff.
I prefer my spiders like this



