If I were a spider, I reckon the garage of our house would be a pretty safe place to live. I’d stick to the corners, eat bugs and flies, stay out of trouble. I certainly wouldn’t tempt fate by swanning about at floor level right in Boy-Child’s flight path from car to house. Too much … More The zombie apocolypse is upon us, and it started with this spider.
Somewhere beneath the surface of this sudsy water is a large, hairy and apparently quite clumsy spider. I was washing up and discovered him snoozing under one of the breakfast dishes. There was a minor commotion, and in the confusion he ran across the draining board and actually appeared to trip over the edge into … More Well, I’ve got a bit of a situation here.
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